The importances of yesterday,
Washed away by the ocean of today.
Drenched in our yearnings for goals more new than old,
Our initial motivation rinsed away.

Just as the tide goes out it finds its way back,
Nostalgia or a return.
We make our way back full circle,
Will we ever learn?

Glancing through our youthful binoculars in search,
Our sight altered, not the same.
Washed onto shore of our once was,
The world we take in changed.