What if...

and then I walk
but I can't just keep on walking

I need to dance
but that doesn't seem that relaxing

and what if I try
what if I try to stand still

to not move time
to feel the air touching my skin

what if I realized that there's no need to run
that my soul is my home

and that there's no reason to look for hope
what if...

and there you go
running against your feelings

dancing under the rain
and feeling happily insane

forgetting how to walk
hoping to learn how to fly

and you still there
lying in the dirt

denying your condition
holding the hope with one hand

and staring at your soul
while it bleeds against the sand...