I remember those car rides to karate,
Just my dad and I,
Listening to that cd,
Driving down fort street,
Past the rows of trees,
Then back into the city.
That was when he understood,
I was young, and unaware
I did what I could.
Things have changed for me,
I’m not in this world,
I got out, an escapee
Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like,
To go back and forget,
Would things be easier?
1 comment:
I love this song, used to listen to it with my dad too. :] I know exactly what you mean, maybe it would be easier, but we'd be missing a lot, you can't go back, so you have to live here. You've seen and experienced more, and somehow it's a good thing. Live it, love it. learn from it. Smile :]
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