If God was egg, if six were nine…
If time was never measured, only killed in pleasure gardens of our making.
If we’d never taken anything, but only given…
If we could forgive, forget and rearrange the patterns.
If you’d never thrown that stone or split the atom…
If I’d stayed alone in shackles, seeing nothing, feeling nothing…
If we’d shared instead of just collecting.
If I’d never lived…
If…
If we’d ever…
If we never never land but fly without destination,
Cry without a cause and lose ourselves for just a second
At the beauty of it all…
Then, maybe in the next life we’d be dolphins.