Given the chance to do it over again
The first question I’d ask would be, “Where to begin?”
Of all the years that I’ve lived in the past
Where would I start to recast?
Sent back as a child that knew what I know
Which part of my childhood would I choose to go?
Were I sent back to again be a teen
I could write anew on a slate that was clean
Had I my twenties to do one more time
No doubt, I believe, that the world would be mine
If I began at my lowest of lows
Are there things I would change? I’m not sure. Who knows?
All that has happened from way back then
has brought me the journey to where I am
If not here, then where would I be?
There isn’t much comfort in what I can’t see
Alas, I’ll collect all the years that remain
And assemble a tomorrow whether sunshine or rain