What happens if the realisation is
That you are, more than perfect?
But perfection is the dichotomy
Of a deranged mind, you suspect
What happens if you are prepared
To fight hand over fist?
Until the thin membrane of life
Manifests its truth, unnoticed
What happens if you are stranded
Cast adrift in your life?
Devoid of constants to measure
The ever-impeding strife
What happens if your knowing
Becomes totally dislodged?
With your heart cast adrift
The soul cannot be judged
What happens if your mind
Starts to wander off at night?
To a star-spangled optimism
The definitive cure of man’s plight
What happens if your imagination
Is more, than the sum of its parts?
Causing a split in the seams
Spewing truths set to smart
What happens if pure potential
Is well, within your grasp?
But you’re all fingers and thumbs
And cannot undo the clasp
What happens if your reflection
Doesn’t recognise its source?
Hiding behind transparent falsehoods
The modern Trojan Horse
What happens if your wants
Cannot breathe beneath the fear?
In an attempt to catch your breath
You search a wave you can steer
What happens if your heart
Cannot fathom its own truth?
Separated by a distance
In a disconnected phone-booth