when i move out to the city
to be inspired by the gold that awaits and glitters
and i live in an apartment by that little coffee shop i went to one day
and i have my diploma from college, sitting by all my candles
my studio, smelling like white chai and lavender scented incense
and i have a published book full of poetry
i'll finally be happy
complete

but i always sit back and ask myself
after the beautiful daydream
what if i don't live in the city
what if i don't get accepted to college
what if i don't become published
what if no one buys my book
what if i don't graduate
what if i major in business instead of english literature
what if i get scared and move back home
what if i stop writing
what if don't get a job
what if i have no more time to write
what if...what..if

i do make it in the city
i do graduate from my dream college, adorned in purple and gold
i do have a studio, filled to the brim with tea and watercolor paintings
i do live by some hidden little coffee shop, i don't even remember the name of
did it even have a name?

the thing is i have years before college
years before going after my dreams
so i won't know what will happen
but no one knows except
me
and i will someday
someday in the city
with a book in my hands with the title...
what if?