Was once a dream

It wasn't my mind not to mind my business,
But the propeller in me wheel on;
It wasn't my goal to go to wrong sides;
But the wheel deep within push me still;
I pulled, and I pooled in to the other side;
I wish I could turn the clock to lock;
So that I can examine my time;
If I could, I would;
Just open the curtain on yester-time;
And peep into her naked pregnancy;
And examined experiences she stored of mixed feeling;
If only I can, I would just stop the count down;
And I would still be the good president who did good;
But yester-time still-born can't be aborted;
I face my dream of teen;
But lived the dream of others;
If only ....
They can say;
"He was a good Leader"
All now was once a dream,