What If . . . ?
Would I be nothing more than a dream?
Or would you still remember me?
Would everything remain as it seems?
What if I were nothing more than a memory?
In your mind, would my soul still linger there?
Would I become a nameless, faceless entity?
With everything to hide but nothing to bare?
And in every one of your tears
Would every drop of me persist throughout the years?
A grounding thought to hold you down?
Or a waking nightmare to excite your fears?
Would my body lie, restless, in the ground?
What if I were to exist in every breath of air?
Would you find me worth breathing?
Or would you find me not clean and fair?
A diseased sickness that sets you seething?
What if I were to ask you all these questions?
Would you ever answer me?
Would you shy away from their mere mention?
Or hold them up for all the world to see?