What if the mind is an empty notebook,
to blot with ink our thoughts,
which are then, turned into reality.
What if there really are forces high above,
who watch you go mad over little things,
and then uplift you to sanity.
What if there is a box,
which stores all your lost, underrated, passionate love,
and is brought back to you in the time of difficulty.
What if when you start believing in something,
it does start gravitating towards you,
and makes you extraordinary.
What if what you wished for years ago,
does eventually come true,
but you forget all about it once it is fulfilled.
What if there is one person in this world,
who adores you and watches over you,
but you don’t even know about them yet.
What if everything you’ve dreamed of comes true,
but only with boldness,
which you keep holding back.
What if your other half doesn’t exist,
but you keep searching for them,
not knowing that maybe you complete yourself.
What if your smile is the reason that the heads turn,
and people feel happy within,
but you keep shying away.
What if most of this is true,
and you’re living all wrong,
but you’re just too proud to believe it.