Lines of Change

Old notes uncovered, they whisper of youth,

a scrawl on the paper, each letter uncouth.

The ink smudged and faded, it speaks to the past,

it caught all my dreams, a time meant to last.

Now, each stroke feels cautious, a careful design,

a signature crafted to fit and confine.

I trace every letter, yet something's awry,

like actors on stages, I wear a disguise.