This Thing Called Time

If I could truly turn back the hands of time, would I?
And to what point in time would I travel?
To the days of innocence, before I knew anything?
But then I think of the predators I knew,
And that knew me?
When I started to come into my own,
I knew that there was something special about me?
I think it was about the same time,
I started to wonder what was wrong with me!
To the first time that I fell in love,
Not just a puppy love, but a love that lasted for years?
Followed by the pain that has yet to totally disappear?
What about the days when I was the top of my class,
And I held my head high with pride, and walked the walk?
Those good ole days I threw away, when I settled for less again?
Well, then, what about when I started to open my eyes,
And really started to figure things out,
About what was really wrong in my life?
Those valuable lessons I had to learn,
Because I did not want to hurt any more?
I have started to ask myself this question earnestly,
As if I had the power to travel back in time.
And I am quite surprised to find,
I am really only content to travel forward
In this friend and enemy of mine, this thing called “time.”
4/8/2004