What If?

What if you could fly and you didn’t know?

What if all you had to do was let go?

Gliding with no effort over the trees

With no boundaries you’d be totally free

What if you could fly in absolute stealth?

You couldn’t be seen by anyone else

You could dip in and check on those you love

And stay a bit then ascend back above

What if you were able to travel time?

See what’s ahead and back along your line

Would you feel the urge to make any change?

Or could you accept what was your pathway?

Maybe flying is a stage of the mind

Letting go of logic, floating through time

What if our imagination and dreams

Are what’s real while life is just a smoke screen?

                                                Myjo