Better Times

If I could go back to the past, what would my younger self have asked

Was it to be strong or to be fast, how many pray'rs have I amassed

Did I waste my effort or my time, pursuing mountains I won't climb

Lived life but skipped the nurs'ry rhymes, have I leapt right over better times

I wonder just how high, should I fly

When will I, be satisfied

I wanted peace of mind, that I can't find

I can't rewind, now I feel blind

If I could stumble 'cross the day, that day I wished my youth away

I'd tell that kid to go and play, and for his instinct to betray