What If

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What if I stake it and still don’t make it
and end up being someone who didn’t quit

What if I’m just a blip in the universe
like an odd word misfit in my own verse

What if I become seasoned to my inner screams
and get crushed beneath the weight of my dreams

What if I sail to the edge of the starry sea
and turn to see even my shadow has left me

Each morning I begin with the burning sun
and by night, why am I the one burned out?

What if?


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