If I could
If I could
If I could,
I would change the past.
That first mistake,
I would make it the last.
Those pains and sorrows,
I would end them
completely.
And from all those
problems,
I would get me out
neatly.
Tear off my enemies,
From my life's book.
And pull my leg,
From all those wrong
steps I took.
But then I realised,
It wouldn't be any fun.
It would be so deficient,
Like no bullets in a gun.
So then I thought,
Those mistakes were stepping stones
And those pains and
sorrows,
Were hardening my bones.
Those problems were
training,
Training me for a test.
And my enemies
were trainers, Preparing me to be
the best.
And now I feel,
It's okay I couldn't.
Because even if I could, I wouldn't.