Whatif

When I was a kid, the poem 'Whatif' by Shel Silverstein was one of my favorites. I felt connected to it in a lot of ways. Today I feel as though I could write a different version:

Last night while I lay in bed,
I couldn't sleep because of the Whatifs floating around in my head.
Whatif you were able to walk?
Whatif you were able to talk and have a conversation,
Whatif you were normal and moved without reservation?
Whatif you ran around and bugged your sister?
Whatif you got into things and destroyed items, mister?
Whatif you were able to tell us all what you were feeling?
Whatif you could get into your own bed in the evenings?
Whatif you were free to roam around on your own?
Whatif you were a normal 4 year old standing on your own?
Whatif you could understand everything I say?
Whatif other kids your age included you in their play?
Whatif you didn't need a wheelchair for transportation?
Whatif you go off and do your own exploration?
Everything seems so good and then the Whatifs come and
ruin my mood.