If Things Were Different
If I weren't a poet, what would I be
An artist, a singer, or a designer?
Would I have been something next to a deity?
Oh, I couldn't imagine anything finer!
If I weren't loved, how bitter would I be in the present time
A little, a lot, more than I could ever devise?
Would I long for affection that I predict will never be mine
Or would I think love will take me by surprise?
If I were born earlier, what period would I have occupied
The forties, the fifties, or the sixties?
Would my name have lived on after I died
Or would there be no one alive who'd miss me?
If I weren't me, who would I be
And who would take my place?
Would I have had a different destiny?
I hope to God that wouldn't have been the case
I love the person I am today,
I love the person I am to become
I would not want it any other way
Many lives I could've lived, but thank God He chose this one
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