If
If for a moment I can dare to dream of a life worthy of such esteem. A life of privilege and ease, free to come and go as I please. To remove the struggle and the strife and free my perfect life. What I would do and what I would say, if my world was done my way. Although my dream is big and bright, I ponder if it be right. To remove the strife is to dull a knife. The learning of the great divine, soon lost through comfort and time. The touch of love, the pride of success would soon become an onerous test. The would I and could I, and if only I could try. To live simply and without fare, would be a dream if I could dare. But to leave the privilege and divine, is something I would ponder with time. Safe to stay the course and hold the rail, afraid that I may fail. To be laughed at as a great fraud, for leaving the trusted sod. Unlike the kids who fantasize, of places and things that mesmerize. No credence or care, for a world that is not fair. Their world is big and joyous,