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?