Like Marty McFly, I too wish I could go back in time and alter events.
Coulda, woulda, shoulda, yeah I hear you Bert.
Committed to whatever life we’ve weaved for ourselves, a wife, kids and mounting debts. When we finally realize what has transpired, it’s a bit too late, like Pink says, we missed the starting gun.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and I’m a homebody at heart, but we lose our identities along the way. We are husband and father for so long that we forget to be us. We take on these new roles and our original roles, the who we wanted to be, takes a back seat.
There’s not much I can do about time, I can’t relive my past, but I can alter my future.
Tell me, doctor
Where are we going this time?
Is this the fifties?
Or nineteen ninety-nine?