If I could change the way I was
I wouldn\'t be writing this poem
A slight misstep on this empty rock
I would\'ve been a more happier
The way the rain falls on me
I would\'ve been a more calm
If I could choose my own eyes
Objects would\'ve been more divine
Or the sun would hold on to me forever
And bodies shall grow with flowers
With its visible thorns, spread with love and diseases
We will strive somewhere far, in this vision
If I could change the way I was
I would\'ve written less poems
And touch poetry between my toes
The grass has always been greener
But I cannot see what\'s in front of me
Infinity swirls around me like a haunting loop
If I could change the way I was
Maybe I would\'ve done writing this poem
And go to sleep.