If I could, I would be a nightingale
Sitting on the boughs and singing my tales
And everyone loving my voice
Even though the fables being of my choice
I would freely soar high without any end
And thus setting up my own new trend.

If I could, I would time travel
Rectifying my past mistakes beyond my level
Reliving twice the most happy moments
Not caring much then, I now lament
Doing what I didn’t at that time
And setting up subtly my new paradigm.

If I could, I would be a phoenix
Even if I fall after a jinx
I would again rise and arise
Much stronger than my previous size
Not just I will sit back and regret
And falsely assume that I can never move ahead playing my already run out cassette

If I could, I would become invisible
And thus becoming highly…
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