Youthful Enthusiasm

In the days of my youthful enthusiasm, 
a limitless supply of notebooks and pens 
meant the entire universe 
was there for the taking, 
or better, was open to my creation. 
With age, enthusiasm waned, 
and the blank pages got packed away, 
boarded up with limitations 
I placed there myself. 
It's time to pry them down, 
untether myself in the process,
and see what ink pours forth.