Acrostic Poem of me

Can’t figure out
How to write (finely)
An acrostic poem involving myself, and only myself, without
Rethinking each
Line
Over and over again.
Time passes by, but
There is no sign of
Even the first line.

Listing hobbies might get me somewhere, so
I’ll give it a shot:
Not sailing, but
Driving is fun, though I’m not old
Enough to drive legally.
No, I don’t think this is working.

Don’t go, keep reading! Stay and see these last few lines,
Only three more! We can lie down in the grass and count the
Dreamy clouds that circle overhead as we fall into happy
Dazes, the
Sun shining down on our faces.