a given day
may seem to crawl
but over years
how fast the time
in youth we want
the years to pass
but now we know
each day a gift
so travel back
is what we do
to decades past
when we were young
our memories vague
before we start
we hope in vain
to make them clear
we want to know
just what we said
what left undone
to cause the pain
the journey made
we're still unsure
but some day soon
we'll try again
