If I could change any one thing in the world,
I feel as though if i did, the world would become dulled.
Not as interesting per say, possibly not as fun,
taking away a sunburn while sitting in the sun.
To change a world as perfect as can be,
will only darken the eyes that see.
There will always be imperfection as long as there is man,
but will all seem to be bland if we all hold hands.
We stand in the sun, the rays all around,
One thing that could be changed, couldn't be found.