Quasimodo

What if?

What if I died today?
Would you still walk around with a perk in your step, or would that go away?
Would you travel like you wanted?
Would you visit my grave?

What if we were all connected?
Does everything we do affect the things another does?
Can one smile, or one threat change the course of the weekly news?
What if we aren't and either way, anything we try to do does nothing?

What if we could pack up and leave today?
Would you go with me or would you stay?
Would you come up with excuses, like your family and work?
Or would you think of how nice it would be not to worry about those things?

What it I told you we could work?
Would you listen or turn your head?
Would you stay and try with me or would you walk away?
Would you want it to?

What if I told you, that if you thought so too, it could happen?
Would you believe me?
Would you trust me?
Would you pick me over everybody?

What if I told you I've been hiding?
Would you try to find me?
Would you hide with me or pull me back out into the sunshine?
Would you know that even the beautiful sun can burn?

What if?
What if?
What if?

What if I'm sick of what if's?
Are you sick of them too?
Do they nag at you?
Do they hurt you when you realize they're just what if's?
They hurt me too.

They ring in my head like the bell tower does, every hour of every day.
They give me head aches because unlike the onlookers, from way down below,
I ring the bells.
I am closer, and they shake me with every last movement they have.

In my head all I hear is "What if this? And what if that?"
But it's screaming them at me over and over again.
I can't sit down with out hearing them.
What if? What if? What if?

What if I'm not alone?
What if i am?
What if? What if? What if.