. . . .The years rolled slowly past 
 . . . I found myself alone 
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends 
I found myself further and further from my home 
. . . . guess I lost my way 
There were oh so many roads 
I was living to run and running to live 
Never worried about paying or even how much I owed

FROM against the wind by Bod Segar

it contain a line that so hard to wrestle with...

Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then 

leave you to ponder . .as you should with all things that are truth...