When I think of what I would change, if given the chance,
Through my head, ideas, they run and they dance.
I could look like this; I could sing like that.
I could make myself skinny; I could make myself fat.
I could run crazy fast; I could grow super tall.
I could go to the olympics and play volleyball.
I could change other people or the condition they're in.
I could make sure parents stayed together through thick and through thin.
I could change the whole world to square from round.
I could make the sky pink or move mountains around.
I could change history; I could change what's happening now.
I could change all of life's rules; who knows what I'd allow?
There are millions of things that I could change for better or worse.
But, to me, instead of a blessing, that seems more like a curse.
Who could decide on one thing they would change?
Not I, for that power would drive me insane.