All I can really do is look around;
Detached, thinking, wondering what if.....
What if I had given that man the cigarette he wanted,
needed, deserved?
I feel detached at certain moments;
Really caring, but then I wonder
Could my one gesture put his grief asunder?
Could I have made a difference?
Or was it just defference?
I wonder if it is defference that makes the world go
round;
If it is so we are safe and sound;
What if...
What if I hadnt said what I said how I said?
How different might my life be;
As different as the birds and the bees?
But can I live my life wondering, thinking, what if...
I cannot pine away asking myself the question;
"To be or not to be."
