Broken Stairways

Looking out past these eyes veiled by memories
trying to see my future stretched out in front of me
it wonders back into the mist and disappears again
i can hear it there rustling the brush and leaves
my mind begins to bend.

too many broken stairways  too many bridges burned
too late to try deperately to use what ive learned
if i could step back in time..take another look around
I think i'd see and different you.. a different me
I'd  hear a different sound.