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.