What if the days were endless,

What if life was no struggle,

What if death still paved it’s way,

What if tears did form no puddle?

What if candy stayed sweet,

What if fruit did never mold,

What if grass stayed green,

What if tragedy stayed untold?

What if I escaped,

What if I were stuck,

What if I begged,

What if I was out of luck?

What if my mind was clear,

What if I was free to think,

What if meditation worked,

What if it was finished with a blink?

And there may be no way,

And the sun might sail high,

And I might want to save myself,

And I might want to be a bird and fly.

And with a pen, I’ll write,

And with a smile, I’ll fight,

And with the promise of a new dawn,

And with a final bow, the thought was gone.