Lost Years

When I was young and impatient I couldn't wait to run out the door Lost back in time, I left behind Those choices I chose to ignore I knew I needed to find my way And make something of myself But I just wanted to have some fun And so, put those years on a shelf This became, my revolving door Determination turned to doubt First I went in, but quickly then The door I went in, sent me out Standing in front of the mirror My image now betrays my fears I won't live forever, I know Forcing me to mourn those lost Years I love and laugh with lots of fun That's something I must admit But granted return to change lost years I hope, I would change quite a bit!