What Place Is This

What place is this That I would miss If I had not been born. When times are high And time flies by So like a speeding form, I slowly pause And that's because It's passed me by And this is why I'm left to feel forlorn. What place is this That I would miss If I did not exist, Those past and future memories So persistent to resist, Are they something I would mourn, What place is this That I would miss If I had not been born.