LOST! - time moves on

Tingling bells of laughter

At little instances springing up

Now coy, I move farther

Drooling squeals would capture

Souls acknowledging more than (just a second) cup

Now shy, I move farther

Desires knew no priorities as master

Between two blinks, wanting doll and a pup

Now (believed to have) grown, I move farther

Draped colourful, miss/match, never gave a bother

Logic and reason met with a drub

Now learnt to listen, I move farther

Cheering to clap, clapping to cheer after

A recall – memory had not, yet, tuned to dump

Now fearing amnesia, I move farther

Jumping shores with changing chapters

Moments re-define to play, rewind, and dub

A new face for a new phase growing vaster

With every strand of hair turning grey faster

For Verse First ~ Lost Art - A first draft, a rough sketch of my thoughts.