letting go, more like not fitting in, exit then trying to reenter with ticket stub, except it's not the same movie, it's like a remake, a generational gap, whole new ballgame, new players, and the mind doesn't quite fit it all in, comprehension fails, but at least a little bit, a tiny weensy little bit coming back, maybe, and the legs start to return, maybe a little bit, and the wheels turn a little quicker, and maybe, just maybe, after a long and arduous process, a return to form. a chance to be a player again, maybe, just maybe, and just to say I can, before fading away again. Just not meant to be.