Little boy is standing, Desiring, understanding. The little boy is me on Pictures from times I can't even remember. Little boy, what would you say, If you saw me here and now, As fifteen summers pa**ed, All we've been through, Would you be impressed? With every year's inevitable change, New fears and new joy as life gets rearranged. Ideas left behind, Transitions to new states of mind, They unwind the story of my future past right now. I'm a new person every year...