Of all my wishes, the most ardent one,
Is: Could I please escape His rightful laws,
Just once, with clear permission from His Son,
In service of a just and noble cause?
For if I could, I’d travel back in time,
And find you, Dear, in that precar’ous state,
I'd seek that troubled girl in glor’ous prime,
And intervene before she changed her fate,
I’d take her hand and ask her for her trust,
Convince her that she’s making a mistake,
I’d pull her free, we’d run like brill’ant gust,
To peaceful spot aside some tranquil lake,
Alone, I’d tell her all about today,
I’d hug you, Dear, and tell you it’s okay.
- Scott Alexander McKenzie