I rarely post things that I’ve written in the past. I wrote this about 9 years ago, under the heading of hating how many ‘What If…’ statements I was throwing around. I hate them.
It’s sorta like Yoda: “Do, or do not. There is no ‘try.'”
What if doesn’t matter any more
The places your heart and mind take you
Are the only places you can go.
What is is all that matters…
My soul opens to greet your spirit
Sensing I should have known you
Were there all along
I can’t shoulder all the fear you seem to have
Can’t place all that blame on my back
I will take my lumps
But I cannot take them all
Shadows seem to fall harder
On me
Than those on the ground
What if doesn’t matter anymore
The day and night
They melt
The Sun is shining
The Moon is rising
They meet overhead
My heart is climbing
What if doesn’t matter anymore
You are yourself
You are those spheres
You’re not your fears
You are yourself
What if doesn’t matter anymore.