I remember you --
the boy I used to be.
So headstrong and certain,
Ready to give it all up for your righteous cause.
You never thought your dreams would end the way they did.
You didn't see the pain that was coming for you on the horizon.
You had no clue it would all fall apart, did you?
No inkling that your own mind would change.
Yet how could you? After all, you were just a boy.
Anyway, at least there's this.
You may have failed to solve your problems,
but you did outgrow them.
That's something, I guess.
Yes, I remember you, the boy I used to be.
I think of you often and fondly.
Yet I wonder -- had you known,
would you have done it any differently?