If.
Purple Puppy
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If I might open my eyes.
And look at my world around me.
And know that I created it.
I might find myself.
Unsatisfied.
And if I pick my pockets and throw out all my cash.
Would that be rash?
Even at this height?
If I might live to be older and my heart grows a little colder.
Would I be enraged.
Even at this age.
It seems to be.
And if I might choose to grow wise.
And tell between truth and lies.
Was it ever really up to me.
It seems to be.
If I now stand next to nothing.
And it tells me to be some something.
I'd opt not to be.
I'd say were we ever really that far apart.
Think not or forever hold your peace.
Please.
And if we control our fates.
And if there are really pearly gates.
Up there I'd like to see it.
Come with me.
If you'd remember what we'd talked about.
And finally let in what's kept locked out.
We might get along.
I might be wrong.
If I end up alone as a four-eyed minister.
And am ever dethroned.
As my acts might grow sinister.
Will you still greet me?
I'd like to know.
If we leave this place we all use in our minds.
And come back and change it with newfound inner tides.
Would we still stay.
Or find a new way?
If you found out that we all walk over water.
Would you cross the seas and keep going still farther.
Would you vanquish the seas, the seers to please.
Wouldst thou bend thy knee to Thy Father.
Would you beg not to bother God.
Or beg God not to bother.
Would you send thy sanctity home?
If I tie your tie.
Too terribly tight.
Accidently turning out your lights.
Would you remember the sun.
There are many enticements.
The moon is just one.
Many illusions we are all the same one.
If you know the scent of paper burning.
And find me one day colder.
Turn the words to ashes.
Pray for me and dust.
To know the sky is subtly asking.
To lose the self, its empty maskings.
Is all well?
If you loathe to tell and know the truth.
For learning.
Remember the pain of this life's birthing.
And know that a tearful life.
Can be a lion's roar.
And if you grow tired.
Of your dire need for hurting.
Well, good.
Let go.
You're learning.
And if I seem to be.
Contradictory.
I don't know what I know.
Or why we we think we have to.
But If you would I'd thank you.
If shadows of our hours.
Introduced themselves.
As what never seemed to be.
Would you hide your eyes in darkness.
It's all alright by me.
And look at my world around me.
And know that I created it.
I might find myself.
Unsatisfied.
And if I pick my pockets and throw out all my cash.
Would that be rash?
Even at this height?
If I might live to be older and my heart grows a little colder.
Would I be enraged.
Even at this age.
It seems to be.
And if I might choose to grow wise.
And tell between truth and lies.
Was it ever really up to me.
It seems to be.
If I now stand next to nothing.
And it tells me to be some something.
I'd opt not to be.
I'd say were we ever really that far apart.
Think not or forever hold your peace.
Please.
And if we control our fates.
And if there are really pearly gates.
Up there I'd like to see it.
Come with me.
If you'd remember what we'd talked about.
And finally let in what's kept locked out.
We might get along.
I might be wrong.
If I end up alone as a four-eyed minister.
And am ever dethroned.
As my acts might grow sinister.
Will you still greet me?
I'd like to know.
If we leave this place we all use in our minds.
And come back and change it with newfound inner tides.
Would we still stay.
Or find a new way?
If you found out that we all walk over water.
Would you cross the seas and keep going still farther.
Would you vanquish the seas, the seers to please.
Wouldst thou bend thy knee to Thy Father.
Would you beg not to bother God.
Or beg God not to bother.
Would you send thy sanctity home?
If I tie your tie.
Too terribly tight.
Accidently turning out your lights.
Would you remember the sun.
There are many enticements.
The moon is just one.
Many illusions we are all the same one.
If you know the scent of paper burning.
And find me one day colder.
Turn the words to ashes.
Pray for me and dust.
To know the sky is subtly asking.
To lose the self, its empty maskings.
Is all well?
If you loathe to tell and know the truth.
For learning.
Remember the pain of this life's birthing.
And know that a tearful life.
Can be a lion's roar.
And if you grow tired.
Of your dire need for hurting.
Well, good.
Let go.
You're learning.
And if I seem to be.
Contradictory.
I don't know what I know.
Or why we we think we have to.
But If you would I'd thank you.
If shadows of our hours.
Introduced themselves.
As what never seemed to be.
Would you hide your eyes in darkness.
It's all alright by me.
Signed it, grind it.
Corroding and foreboding.
Corroding and foreboding.
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