I want it back

I want it back!
I claimed as much.
But did they listen?
No.

Apparently
When I'm stuck here
It's what they say
That goes.

And though you'd think
That maybe I
Could just follow
The tracks

Through concepts
And ideas
Then I'd find
My own way back?

Alas, I fear
A route so simple's
Simply not
The case;

It seems to me
That now it's only
Doomed to go
To waste.

What could they want
With it anyway?
I can think of
Nought.

Cruel muses,
Please return to me
My errant
Train of thought.