As I lay here like an insomniac
I can’t help but wonder and ponder
Over possible regrets and if I could go back
To any period of time, which would I wander?

Would I return to my childhood?
A time without responsibilities
Would all be well and good
As I climbed up countless trees?

Or would I worry too much
About what was to come
Pre-adolescence and other such
Troubling times in which I couldn’t see the sun

Times where I couldn’t find a guiding light
And every moment of truth
Made me feel like I lived a worthless life
Even in my youth

Would I venture to just the other year
Of teenage loves and heartaches
Where I began to find what I hold dear
And what it take for my heart to break

When I learned my heart was not inside of me
But rather on my sleeve
That I was a helpless romantic and thought wishfully
That a girl would come along and never leave

Would I comfort myself in the time shortly after
In which I felt that my beliefs
Were all fabrications and that I was a walking disaster
And that I had been deceived

Would I tell myself to never love again
In order to escape the pain?
Or would I say "Continue to love as you have been"
While unable to explain.

No. I wouldn’t change one piece of my history
To change my situation today
For it is the person inside who will remain the same, blissfully
Come whatever may