The things that I used to do

Fake or true

Desperate actions out of need

Or joyful deeds all

In good time

Were mine.

The things that I used to do

Hated or liked

Spooky and black

Or clear and white

For others to judge

For me to decide

Whatever the kind

Were definitely mine.

Whatever the cost

No matter the taste

However they felt

Besides the waste

Were kids in my garden

Were fruit of my tree

I was to breed them

I was to eat them

Always I who kept the key.

In this never – ending travel through time

Had I the choice

I would never undo

The things that I used to do.