
Have you ever reflected upon your past, wanted to go back? But what would you learn? -Em
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 427 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3073699
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History
Have you ever reflected upon your past?
Wanted to go back,
Relive a memory,
Rewrite the whole thing-
Start from scratch?
Create a fairy tale world where you meet prince charming,
Have lots of talented children,
And live happily ever after?
Where there is no war,
Where people don't die young,
Where injustices don't happen,
Where everyone is equal?
Ever thought of a world where all your wishes came true?
Dreamt of having everything you ever wanted?
But…
Did you ever wonder of a different life?
Where you'd be living in the streets,
Walk your path alone,
Face the hard things yourself, instead of using others as your shield?
Meanwhile we're here,
Living the most innocent life a child could have.
But in this strange world,
You'd have to do what you could to survive
And have to live with the minimum requirements.
Where you would really know just how hard life can be.
Yet…
If you had to restart all over again as a rich person,
You'd try to do your best to help others,
Because you knew how it felt-
You knew how lonely it was.
You knew how hard it was to keep hoping for something that would probably never happen,
To try your very hardest every day.
You knew how hard it was to live a day with an empty stomach,
Where you wouldn't have to money to pay a doctor if you were sick,
To face danger alone,
To simply stay alive.
Yet you'd see beautiful things,
A side of the world you never knew:
That was the joy of sticking with others,
Finding someone with your same sorrows.
You would have to result to stealing,
Face the consequences
For a loaf of bread or even an apple.
All that for the most precious gift somebody could ever receive:
The sunlight of another day.
Maybe you had saved someone's life.
I often dream of going in the past,
Way, way back,
Back to when people were dreaming of the future
That is now our reality.
I'd come back and tell their tale.
Not to become famous,
But to make everyone see
The dreams and hard work that brought us here,
That kept us going,
That kept us hoping.
Tell of their ideas
Their story,
Their pride,
Their culture-
All of it.
I'd maybe end up changing the course of history.
You never know.
But would it really be a bad thing?
Have you ever wondered what would have happened if
Nothing occurred the way it did?
What would we have become?
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