If I said my desire
Is to go back in time,
Like an artist with an eraser,
So I can erase my errors
And re-sketch it better,
To clear away my mistakes
Like they never were,
And reset my moment to zero,
Would you say it is fair?
If I said my wish
Is to wake up one noon
And see father
Walking out the door, tenderly,
With a grimace on his face
That he pities me, vastly,
'Cause smoothly into slumber I decline,
Do you think my dreams ever again
Will I incline?
If I said my dream
Is to die and live all again,
Like a rebirth,
Living my life from the genesis,
But this time with a conscience
And without remorse stuck
With me like ileke idi,
Would I let go of an odd as this?
Would I ever let it flee?
