What if...

What if things were how we dreamed?

What if...

What if I didn't write this poem?
What if I just chose to think instead?
Or what if I didn't have a pen around?
What if you never got a glimpse inside my head?
Would it bother you?  Would it change you?
What if they chose to call a rose a thorn?
What if it was more natural to feel hate than love?
What if you died a baby and were born old as time?
What if I told you this life doesn't make sense?
Would you believe me?  Would you beat me?  String me up, leave me, what if we're all always alone?
What if I sat by the window to day dream?
But what if my day dreams were solutions to the world?
What if thinking wasn't thinking but living?
What if everything I said here was true?
Would they no longer be "What if's?"
Would they be, "Things are..."?
So think and think and think what if...