What if I awoke

And it was all but a dream

When I wandered sad and lost

Where your pain placed no decree.

What if my worth never lay

Cold and helpless on the ground

With value fully charged

Eternally plugged in, to never run down.

What if I never changed

Then never found my soul

Hidden beneath the giant ferns

Left to rot, like warriors of old.

What if my essence never touched

Your heart with subtle hints

Your soul with secret tropes

Your every being with soft intent.

What if I awoke

And it was all but a dream

Then I’d feel the perfect sadness

My heart, slowly bursting at the seam.