What if clouds and lakes decided they would trade places? Would you finally look up from your shoes?
If suddenly the seas were storms and rainstorms instead of waters crystal blue, do you think you could stop hiding behind the everyday things you're too afraid to do?
If the moon were surrounded by pulsing waves and ships dotted the night sky instead of stars, could you find the courage I know you have inside to accept who you truly are?
If birds had covered their backs with grown grass, could you finally speak up before everything you've ever hoped for comes so close and you let it all pass?
If trees were as small as the span of a butterfly's wing, would you let go of all the misconceptions you have about yourself so you can finally be free from your own emotional caging?
If all the wild flowers were as tall as the tallest trees had been, is there a way you could stay out of your own mind when it comes to deciding if you are worth all the trouble you have within?
What if the clouds and lakes switched places while you were standing on the ground, would you question anything or go on in no confusion, dismay inside your own mind without a sound?
What if all the people on the streets you walk on your search for peace disappear? Would you hold your head up to notice no one near?
If all the music in your life came to a beautiful peak just for it all to come to a sudden pause, would you notice the absence of a sound to your heartbeat and snap out of the commotion in your mind to find a cause?
If there was nothing left to see but the complete darkness of the earth, do you even think you'd notice the light was gone while you were stuck in the darkness you'd used to consume your worth?
If your hands ceased to feel the caress of the wonder of all that surrounds you day to day, could you stop picking at your precious skin long enough to miss the feeling of what feeling could say?
If the comforts of that certain scent of home was gone from the realm of remembrance and happenstance, would you look up from pulling at your locks to realize you've lost the memory, the chance?
If you could never taste the sweet sugars of summer in the heat and the richness of the winter wind, is there a way you could get past all the bitterness of how they made you feel yesterday so you could find the missing piece you need to help you begin to mend?
What if the streets that used to be filled with life were suddenly empty of people and possiblilties? Would you realize there was no one around past your own insecurities?
What if all the things around you that you ignore and never notice start to switch places and disappear in front of your own face? Would you be able to get past the calamity inside your very being to see the disarray of everyone, every place?
If you can't swim through the cloudy seas because you're drowning in your own anxiety, would you find the lights in the distance to a better way to live in the world entirely?
