I wouldn’t change any of it

except for all the things
I did wrong and all the things
that replay in my mind 
even as sleep tries to draw me in.
no I am
trapped inside
a music box, and the melody
is so beautiful– I wouldn’t change
any of it, except for that one thing
that just scratches the ears wrong
for a millisecond, except for that one
thing that must get stuck in a spring,
or another thing
that has the gears
misaligned, but once we fix 
those things— 
once we find a brilliant toy maker
with more

than just promises,
with proof that they can fix
all of it,
then I wouldn’t change a thing,
and I’ll spin 
each day to the same song

for you.