All the hopes You held

All the hopes you held.

They ran as wild children made wild by the wilderness they ran through.

For you believed as if hopeful and hopefully inspired by youth you ran.

Clutching at places not long to replace the place you hold so reverently hallow.

In this what you see as beautiful and young in spirit is what doesn't escape my hopes as you age though unwillingly.

There is a place we all hold as sacred in us we run to like children that play until the daylight goes away.

In this we're hallowed by the core of where we find grace, and beauty and youth and innocence.

Knowingly we're aged well when we think we age like we've never been old and only aspire to be young.

Which is an impossibility though we like to see ourselves as if we've never aged at all with all the vigor and hope of youth.

In turn we see ourselves not as who we could be but who we wish ourselves to be and become more as who we wish we are imitating that which inspires us further to be inspired.

For we recollect not as we necessarily see ourselves to be though as we know we can be if we recollect how we choose to behave as if children and youth made wiser through the years.

This is truly the secret to never seeing ourselves as old or washed up by the weight of pain and hardship made harder by trial and age which breaks us down.

For recollecting all the beauty of that which inspires and makes us yearn for greater grabbing at dreams along the way, that's what makes us greater and greater eventually seeing ourselves as great from the eyes and opinions of others.

In this you dream never to lose sight of that which makes me have an opportunity to see joy and passionately led freedom in the air which causes me question everything yet not necessarily know what I ask or have asked.

As love falls on the way of those that seek out wisdom in knowledge and others see us as brilliant when truly we're just playing in a sea of life and information that gives us more than we are ever able to fully understand.

If I am ever to be able to see as greater it's not through hardship and misery wrought along the path you bury it's by finding joys in between the pains and trials that convince me to find some sort of value in it all.