Going Back

Knocking on your door
Can I go back to that
what used to be mine
the grass by the stream
where I used
to dream
Where it all began

Can I go back?
Back to where it all began?

As she poked her head
Outside the door
I saw myself 40 years before
And I wanted to say
Don’t be fooled
If you must go
Go, don’t stay

It will be full of challenges
But your life will be better
that way

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