Looking Back

It’s funny now, looking back

At the times I rode the beaten track

That which I didn't know before, I know all too well now

And the burning question in my mind is how?


How did I not see it?

How did I not feel it?


It's funny now, looking back

At all the advice that felt like an attack

My defensiveness, a stubborn boy

A spoilt brat who lost his toy

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