If I could,
I would read
the minds of the dead—
and remind the living
to read.

If I could write,
I would write
about the power of time,
and change in its prime.

If I could question,
I would question
why nudity beautifies clothing,
and why an increase in wisdom
doesn't bring more peace and unity.

If I could think,
I would think
about the reason for the season,
and the purpose of each.

If I could speak,
I would talk
about the reasons not to talk.
And I would say why those who speak
know the reasons to stay silent,
while those who can't
still have so much to say.

If I could smile,
I would smile at everything.
I would be the reason
a frown no longer exists.