If… And… Then

If the calendar was malleable

And we could pick and choose,

Then mistakes would not be permanent,

Do-overs would be commonplace.

If it’s true that fame is fleeting

And wealth can’t buy happiness,

Then I must be the happiest

Poor bastard in this unknown world.

If the myths of Troywere factual

And looks turned men to stone,

Then man would have evolved by now

To lifeless frozen rock.

If the world should stop revolving

And the sun refuse to glow,

Then I’d seek the warmth of kindness

That dwells inside your eyes.

If the angels came tomorrow

And took me to Heaven’s door,

Then the answers would be obvious

And I would guess no more.