If we were both much younger
would we be able to satisfy our hunger?
Would we still find new trails to blaze?
Or split a case as our hearts begin to race?

If we could do it all again, would we
do it all the same? Or break the mold
in a reckless quest for fame? What I would give
For a second chance, for one final dance.

If we could get along, then maybe it wouldn't matter
who was wrong. Could we put it all behind us?
Or would it be like popping pimples full of pus?
Another morning routine before our daily dose of caffeine.

If we had never met, would I still have these regrets?
Who would be in my thoughts as my fingers
pushed against these frets? My mind is in need of a
recess, but I know tonight will be sleepless.