What if all the best moments are fleeting,
And all that is left is figures retreating,
And there was no use in competing,
Would your heart just stop beating?
What if there is no one left around,
And you feel like a stranger in your hometown,
And every day you have another breakdown,
Would you just let yourself drown?
What if you took all your hurt and rage,
All the demons that put you in a mental cage,
And you put them down on a note or a page,
Would they stay there or follow you as you age?
What if you could just press restart,
And you could heal your broken heart,
And stitch the parts they ripped apart,
Would you think your choice is smart?
What if all your fears came true,
And you had nothing to look forward to,
And you could not find anyone to turn to,
Would you even know what to do?
What if all you do is worry about the unknown,
And you find yourself unable to ever atone,
And you could never find a steppingstone,
Is it worth a lifetime spent worrying alone?
Amy x
