In-sights

I had gone thus far
Yet I could return
For my love of old
My memories of Gold
The new is enameled
But old was real Gold
The paths can be walked
Not forward or sideways
But also sure backwards
The choices do exist
The will shall prevail
Circumstances overridden
Nothing is nearby or far
Everyday new beginnings
Life encounters confusions
Fluid are the reasons
What prevails happens
In-sights might incite
But insight can prevail