I wish I had a magical pencil
To rewrite the story of my life
The way it is supposedly to be
That way I perceived things to be.
I wish I had a magical eraser
To efface the memory of painful notes
From the trail I have taken
And, fill the space with beautiful ones.
I wish I had magical juice of conifer
To obliterate the stubborn stains from the mind
And make me a piece of blank white paper
To repaint a newer version of a life perceived.
I wish I had a magical slate of wonderful story
At the tip of my fingers, I shall invoke my life anew
With colors, that bubbles the splendorous wonders
In a magical kingdom of eternal freedom I shall roam.
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