What if…?

There’s one thing that always stays
in me, looming like the summer haze
the probability of “what will be…”
“what may,” and mostly the “what if…”
What if what I find meaningful today,
loses its weight in my eyes, as I open
those one morning after a deep slumber
into the dubiousness of this strange life.
I am scared when I have to think of:
the departure from my own purpose, 
from the meaning that it adds to my life
from the human being that it makes me. 
Yet, despite the horror and the fear
I seek, I relish, in the meaningfulness
I breathe and feel its fervor in my lungs;
I reminisce ‘was’, I live ‘is’, I await ‘will’.

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