Cycle

From there
Walks
a version
Of my past self.
The younger me
So happy
So free.
So proud.
Right between the trees
Out if the building
With dreads
With dreams.
Who knew
Years after
I will sit here
Remembering the past self.
And maybe
Years afterwards
I will once again
Return here
Right on this surface
Below these beloved trees.
And watch the evening lights
In the building of wisdom
Right opposite.
The time
It keeps rolling by.