What if, we are all a dream
The vision of what would happen,
We live in oblivion of what we know
Our world a knife bluntly sharpened.

What if, we are only a warning
To man if he eats of the tree,
He' ll still be in he's deep
Sleeping in shackles, free.

What if time was a game
Just stop it and start all over again,
Grief was just a track
A whole, outer part of the train.

What if WHAT IS
Is just a collection of WHAT IF
How do I reconcile with,
What is?