© 2019 Barbara Grace Lake

So oft clichés imbue our lives
With senseless mimicry of life
Faux offerings of indolent minds
A world of “ifs” in lieu of strife

If my imperfect life could change
By going back to twenty three
Could I despite resistance shift
Or would, instead, yield passively

If features mine were flawless, fair
Would perfect eyes and shape bestow
Full happiness I did not have
Or fill dull emptiness I’ve known

If Einstein’s mind were mine to scan
The answers to each life’s request
Would I be satisfied the search
Cedes truth to every fervent quest

If I could wield a magic wand
Would I an evil status claim
Or seek a new beginning for
A suffering power-mad world in flames