If

If I could Move around the mob;
 Unnoticed,
If I could sing a melancholy;
 Unheard,
If I could survive the abhorrence;
 Untouched,
If I could see the Light;
 Unsighted
If I could smile;
 Unhappy,
Life would be plain,
No gain, No pain.

If I could cry and die;
 for myself,
If I could stand still;
When I am numb,
If I could Speak my heart out;
When I am hurt,
If I could be selfish;
For once,
If I could See the world beyond infinities;
To live.
Life would be euphoric,
Not tragic, Not Traumatic.