If I Could Change the Past

Ah, someone will give me a magic key With which I could change my past This is a good opportunity for me To daydream what I could have cast I would have learnt to read more books Faces lonely and mellow Exploring the dark silhouette looks Inside the letterbox pale yellow I would have opened my cage much more To accommodate more lovely birds So that the psyche could heal more sore And could utter more melodious words I would have courted the ever flowing river That I have been somehow afraid to hug By refusing the ingrained fears That clouded my judgment like a drug I would have tried to understand you better To listen to rains with more perception Would have loved your torrential laughter Along with the tears without inhibition Some closed doors I did open Would have liked to try a few more Some beautiful heartbeats I did listen Some more I crave in your core _______________________________________ July 27, 2016