Of times simpler,
Of moments lighter,
And wishes smaller,
When all that was possible.
Of roads less travelled,
Of discoveries waiting to be made,
And inventions made but forgotten,
Wondering what went wrong.
Of subtle joys,
Of lows higher than low,
And details minute,
Mind wanders those roads.
Of jokes that made no sense,
Of science backed by all reason,
And still many theories conflicting,
Yet all co-existing, even though overlapping.
A moment of truth,
A period of silence,
A patch of broken road,
All there, but existence denied.
Nothing to tie them up and string them together,
So leaving them here as stories told often,
But forced to be FORGOTTEN.