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.