My mind is as it was
when I was a child,
so young,
and yet so old.

Recalling now the way I thought
is the way I think
now
when I am old.

Is this true of all,
of everyone
today
in this distant point in the future,
today,
is this true,
that we all were now
as we were
so young.

Does this mean I am a child at heart,
or at mind,
or am I a fluke,
or an oddity at work
in the world 
I inhabit today,
in my mind,
and my life of continuing, successive visions
of new, burgeoning vistas,
perhaps unknown,
or not envisioned,
but living inside
the child I was.

I think it is true,
as I would have thought then,
with my rudimentary methods
of internal, imaginative
scrutiny.

My leaps of joy
fill my days,
fill my life,
as I grow older,
but remain younger in my heart,
and mind.

My mind that I formed and used
as a child long ago,
so long ago,
but still living inside.

Are we all just children
repeating the thoughts and dreams
of a childhood
embraced and expanded,
growing into a life.

Or am I unique.

Could that be.

I think not. I think not.

I think so many simply forget,
move on,
change,
do not return
to what they were
until it is much too late.

No, I won't wait,
for I never forgot,
and I will live it
until the end,
the life of joy,
of creation,
of youth evermore.