Every night when I lay thinking candidly,
Some “What ifs” crawl and creep inside my mind.
And prance and party all night long…
What if I could paint the sky
What if I could never really die
What if I could dared to always try
What if I could speak with the mountains
What if I could play with the stars
What if I could help illness disappear
What if I could turn pain into pleasure
What if I could be brave beyond measure
What if I could communicate without talking
What if I could succeed without failing
What if I could end violence with a prayer
What if I could make poverty vanish with a smile
What if I could say nothing but the truth
What if I could hear nothing but harmony
What if I could touch nothing but purity
What if I could think the unimaginable
What if I could feel the unexplainable
What if I could envision the unstoppable
What if I could create the incredible
What if I could have the unreachable
What if I could do the unthinkable
What if I could make the impossible
What if I could be the unbelievable
What if I could give more than receive
What if I could forgive more than regret
What if I could enjoy more than suffer
What if I could love more than fear
What if I could find all the answers
What if I could be totally fearless
What if I could know all the truths
What if I could act like the Gods
What if this happens…?
And What if this does not …?
Sigh…What if poems were wishes that could actually come true…?
