Lets Rewind
Do I go forward, back, left, or right?
Everything seems to be a fright.
I have so much on my mind,
that I wish I could just press rewind.
I wish I could go back when I didn't worry about a thing,
and all I cared about were swings.
When all I wanted was to catch butterflies,
and all I saw were blue skies.
I want to go back when I didn't worry about what to wear,
just if I had my teddy bear.
Now I have to worry about so much more.
So much that you can't ignore.
It doesn't help that it seems life is going so fast.
So fast that in a minute tomorrow will be the past.
It's hard to make up your mind in such a short amount of time,
but that's how life can be a rapid climb.
Hopefully I wont have a lot of regrets,
but end up happy with whatever I get,
and if I'm not happy I will learn from my mistake.
Even if it causes a lot of aches.
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