If Things Were Different

If things were different it wouldn't be the same; A rightous sense of peace and no place found for blame. It’s hard to imagine types of things could ever change; So many broken pieces unable to arrange. A checkered past, that was riddled with guilt. Dried up a flower, too late to watch wilt. Without action by a master of disguise; There may never have been a you and an I... A closed mind kept shut and hidden inside. Slowly but surely a love left and died. This cloak such concealed truth to not remove. A childish boy with something not to prove. Many days came late several dollars same short. If we took back the past, we'd regret much, much more. In light of the present, we reflect upon the past. Left with no time to dwell, oh well, it's all over fast. Into action, reaction in the blink of an eye, I wonder what it'd be like between you and I? It is a shame what has become; for that I must admit. I wonder what it would be like if things were different? 8/14/16 And to follow is the original poetry prose with its innocent awesomeness. If things were different it wouldn't be the same. A sense of peace and no place for blame. Its hard to imagine that things could change. Broken pieces unable to rearrange. A checkered past riddled with guilt. A dried up flower too late to watch wilt. Without the actions from a master of disguise. There may have never been a you and an I. A closed mind kept shut and hidden inside. Slowly but surely a love left and died. A mask that was worn left a heart that was sore. The cloak concealed the truth that took years to remove. A childish boy with something to prove. Many days late and several dollars short. If we took back the past we'd regret much, much more. In light of the present we reflect on the past. No need to dwell its all over fast. Action, reaction and in the blink of an eye. I wonder what it'd be like between you and I. It's a shame what has become, I must admit. I wonder what it would be like if things were different