Can I dream of a world where we never had children
Where we walked the earth and turned the corners of a dozen cobblestoned streets
Where we huddled in the rain, in the snow, in the wind, in the breeze of a sunny day
Can I dream of a world where we had dozens of children
Where we couldn’t spread our arms wide enough to hug them all
Where we admired them from afar as they tousled and teased and taught one another
Can I dream of a world where we’re old but strong
Can I dream of a world where we’re young but weak
Can I dream of a world where there is no one else
Can I dream of a world where we made it all up