What if I told you that I love you.
How would that make you feel?
Would it surprise you great a deal?
Or would it be a cliche and annoy you?

What if I looked deeply in your eyes?
Would I find a disappointed and broken heart,
or a lost soul that yearns a taste of true love?
Or simply a pair of beautiful, hazel brown eyes.

What if I'm the one with the broken heart?
Would you try to repair it,
or recreate a new one?
Or simply sweep the pieces away?

What if I wrote the way I thought?
And all my ideas are scribbled on pieces of papers.
Would old ones be replaced by new ones
or would they linger around, yearning a recreation?

What if I pretend to be Narcissus?
would you force me away from the river banks
or simply watch me recreate a myth?
either way, I'll keep on loving myself more than anyone.

What if I don't take the road less traveled?
would I conform to society norms
or rebel against standard expectations?
I'll never know for I have taken the road less traveled.

What if I live life with a deathbed mentality?
Will procrastination be put to rout,
Will my confidence reach its peak?
Will the obstacles I come upon be surmountable?

© Adrian Richelieu