It Just Is

I've done some foolish things, I've been downright stupid. I've been a sucker for a pretty face, Lord I've been polluted. When people say, " would you go back?" that's a no way no how. There is no limit to the havoc he can wreak, when a young man slips into his self destructive streak. But I've been east, west, north and south but I made it through somehow. I took it hard when I found out that life wasn't fair. I used to bellyache and moan, but now I just don't care. I'm making one last victory lap and then I'll take a bow. I like where I am now, father time is my friend. I feel at home in my own skin.