Would I.



If only
Amidst the typhoon, was a tranquillity
That could hold my hand.
Would I be in Neverland,
Trying to outlive Peter Pan
If only
A moment lost was another attempt
At a second chance
Would I be in the dreams to come
With a jar of marmalade and bittersweet  jam
If only
Promises shattered
Opened gates to another plan
Would I have a joyous jump
With happiness singing a doobie ding dang
If only
Chaos was a constant
And life breathed a comfortable mayhem
Would I find the place to belong
With my hamster, pillow and imaginary fans
If only
Regrets gave peace
And brokenness gave a sense of stance
Would I be, what I want to be
Whatever that means, in the actual plan.


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