If only I could travel back through time,
where life starts to go trough hell fire and flame.
For when I finally started to aim,
I lost my future's grip and could not climb.
I would catch myself and all my glory,
lifting me up to touch the clouds and sky.
I would lift myself to where I could fly.
I'd say to myself, "you got this Rory".
I cannot travel, except only to
my memories; where I learn from mistakes.
I help myself up and out of the blue,
I do what I can, whatever it takes.
I am my mentor, the only one who
has increased my true happiness outbreaks.