Why was I so young when what mattered went down?

As I trotted around like some weird circus clown.

In the days when the world was ripe to renew

what would I have done if at that time I knew

the things I know now and the changes I’ve seen

would they lead me away from where I have been?

But then it’s those places that have made me ‘me’,

so maybe without them I just wouldn’t be?

But the one thing I wish is that I’d known the cost

of not keeping going; but then have we lost?