"If" exists not

If the eyes were the window
To see what truly lies beneath
Under the skin and blood
In kind retort
To the unkind world.
Why then are they sodden and murky?
What glass there may have been
Clouds up in a cold maze
Of delusion.
It is the sign of a lost sheep
In a class of wolves,
Trudging on, blinded.

Yet the blindfold is self-inflicted.

If words were tools for exchanging
Meaning,
And were used solely for such an intent.
If knives were for the kitchen,
Not for the throat;
If electricity was for light,
Not for chairs.
A predisposition to the harmful purposes
Of our tools, we are all inclined
To destroy
Each other.

If there was a possibility, 
Something better would have been.
Instead of wishing alternatives to life,
Acceptance is the better key.
Our limited capacity defines us such
That we cope, not defy
With the authorities of life.

If we had the possibility
Of preventing the changes
That came stuck between.
It will not tilt the clock
Yet it remains a dream.
Though I'll forever be thankful
I met you in the better part
Of your life.