What If

“There is no denying that I have been trying,
To find my way out of this storming kind,
Then with assist — if I could resist,
The truth in its simplicity, I would find.”

There has been a lot of times in my life that maybe I should have written a few forsaken rhymes. Then, today I sit down and try to engage with words. I try to surround myself in more ways that one — what if I were a different being. What if all my journeys had seen its final scenes.

These questions often bring me down and in that love I have found — the answer to all that awaits, you’re the secret I must state.

Yet I engage, in all that was previously would have gone stale. To me, the question slows turns into itself. It’s not about what I intended to be but what became of me. These are the questions we all question. Intent or action, which is superior in vision?

An intent without actions remains but a coward’s sixth sense but an action without intent is what plaintiff call defense. This is why words have meaning and yet not as much. Everything is in the middle but still not as much.

Gone I’d surely be when the night is on. Another day would bring, another song in sound. Even though this isn’t real, I make it so. If I were to go, it would never let me go.