one too many 3am's....

[enygma_6]

The old game remains, so much is supposed to be new,
yet still feels the same.
And then there's the new game, so much is different,
yet it feels so like its forebears.
Both are calling to me, clamoring for me,
Yet now so much has changed.
So many other pursuits.
So many other dreams.
So many other toys.
Yet still I hear the calls, the longing, the memories of the days past.
How much has really changed?
Am I really that much different from back then?
Could I pick up where I left off?
What else would I leave behind if I did?
Would it really matter if I did or did not?
Have I really changed?
Or merely traded one distraction for another?

So many questions unanswered,
So many paths not traveled,
So many dreams abandoned,
So little time in this mortal world,
So many pursuits and potentials for the mind and body.
Which to take?
Which to avoid?
Follow one with unblinking steadfastness?
- and lose the variety of choice and chance?
Browse them all at merely a surface level?
- and never know true depth and understanding?

Such is the fate of the sentient mind.
Awash with potential,
yet destined to fall short of the impossible dreams.