Difficulty Crossing a Field

Utilizing the idea of going back in time or forward in time
This has provided considerable basis of storytelling

I'm the kind of a guy who is now in that aging late thirty, early forty bracket
In which suddenly there is a tremendous bitter sweet, poignant feeling about wanting to go back to another time
In my case it would be the pre, or early teens time, which were particularly happy for me
And on occasion I will go back to my old hometown
And walk through the streets, and places that I grew up in
And feel a sense of, you know, great lost that I wish I could recapture it

Dear Lord, hold me closely
I feel the venom and the stings from the ones who say they know me
I try to burn all the bridges on the ones who try to troll me
My Daddy said, when you different Son, these roads could get lonely
I got, to the top of the mountain, and then I got cozy
Then the storms came, and washed away my ego, and my trophies
Sometimes, I seldom speak because I'm scared they might misquote me
Sometimes, I just don't listen because I'm scared that they'll provoke me
You can, be in someone's shadow, and still call it shade
That protects you from the heat, and you seeing an early grave
Sometimes, I never sleep, and that sentence run on for days
I sit up, pat myself on the back, I started waves
But, I guess you got to send a whole flood, to get some praise