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