Mystery

I look at my past
As if it were a sunken ship
Full of antiquities and treasures
Remembering a time
When mysteries were still unexplained
Mysteries that were like dancing colours in my mind
Adolescent mood shifts
And a mind uncontrolled
Gave me so much to put on paper
My old prison gave me so much freedom
I'm not that much older
But perhaps more mature
As such I fear the mysteries
Are no longer what they once were
Magical and inspiring
But when I think of the unfolding horizon
The past can hold no mystery in comparison