What if I stake it and still don’t make it
and end up being someone who didn’t quit
What if I’m just a blip in the universe
like an odd word misfit in my own verse
What if I become seasoned to my inner screams
and get crushed beneath the weight of my dreams
What if I sail to the edge of the starry sea
and turn to see even my shadow has left me
Each morning I begin with the burning sun
and by night, why am I the one burned out?
What if?
We all are aberrant from the ways of this world in one way or another | Sub-Editor at Smartprix.com
