The Years
There are only moments you want to extend, You think at first, then you realize, you had thought a million times, If I could skip this moment, I would. Then one day, you have to say, should I? If I could skip, I would. I’d skip good times if that’s what it took to skip the worst of times, Because skipping time gives you one thing you could never get otherwise, a second chance. So give away a mixed result, for a fresh sheet of paper, in a world that is, hopefully, much better. That’s what I’ve done. And by way of that I’m fifteen again. Now life is a pad of pages upon which to write the story of my life past being kidnapped.