It's easy to look back
At what I've done before
With some pride and often shame
Never quite the same
There are typos, there are flaws
In melodies and thoughts
They show the path I took
My worlds open like a book
Chapters telling tales
Music flowing scales
And I still have the source
I know now what to improve
What to change and what to move
History must run its course
The flaws were mine in deed
Each a valuable seed
To grow.