
Get me an eraser
Let me wipe a part of my story
I need a pen
To fill it with glory
My regrets and mistakes
The embarrassments and shame
I need to wipe off my lane
To write myself a beautiful past
But maybe I wouldn’t have been this wise
Where would I have gathered the experiences
What lessons would life had taught me
If my life were a piece of perfection
How would I learn to live tomorrow
What would be my motivation
What could have given me the strength
How would I direct the path of my offspring
Yet, I wish life could be perfect
I would have loved to retrace my steps
But what is a life free of errors
A life void of knowledge









