I can't shake the feeling
That what if you're right.
What if one day I wake up
And the whole world looks like shit
And there's no going back again
So I just accept it?
What if one day,
Within the next year or so,
I lose everything I love
And everything I know?
I'd probably consider suicide
Or maybe a drink or a dozen.
What if I end up
Spending my days a pothead
Just searching for a quick high
To get me to the end of my life?
I'd start to go nowhere;
Even when I'm always going somewhere.
But I can't shake the feeling
That what if I'm wrong.
What if one night I go to sleep;
And despite all the crap,
I actually fall asleep with a smile
Simply 'cause the little things
Are still here all the while.
*wrote 12/3/14
©lunarmarie
L