If I had the power, what would I change?

One single thing, grand or minuscule

Yet the question paralyzes with its range;

The best of intentions could soon turn cruel

Do I wish for world peace? How long could it last?

Or no more hunger: not the why but the how;

How exactly do such eternal concepts end?

So perhaps trivialities would make a better fit

A wish for this poem to have perfect rhyme

Or for me to be more...magnanimous

But they seem to be wastes, too

Thus my desires become arcane and fantastic

Oh, to have a world of superbeings and magic creatures!

Until I myself am bested by another, and envy’s toxic grip tightens;

For sake of compromise, my wish shall be small:

I wish for people, when a song upwells in their hearts

To know every word, every phrase, every innuendo

How pleasing it would be to always know the words

To the song embodying your life and your aspirations

To this, I declare, no one can raise objection.

And so, a chance to change the world is passed over.

But I’ll certainly be smiling a bit more often than now.