Not 24, not 26

I wonder what it might be like to have my youthful beauty back
To feel as though the world were easy, expansive and free
Too quickly fled the times of daydreaming and making up
And now I know my right to stand in defiance was more than justified

I wonder how it would feel, to walk around that track again
To feel as if the evening stars were always on my side
Too quickly all those memories fade and leave an empty nothingness
And now I know my arms reach out, wishing they were wings

I wonder what it might be like to dream on solid clouds again
To make reality stand still, in essence, while I write
Too quickly past the date time sped, racing towards tomorrow
And all the while here I stand, knowing I might find