A thin flame separates dreams and nightmares.
A fearsome nightmare.
Fears of fulfilled what ifs of despair.

'What if' , it never healed.
'What if' , it never changed.
'What if' , it was never meant to be.
'What if' , it wasn't for me.

The petals of a wild flower,
crossed my window the other day.
Asking me, 'whether' it could be saved.
Asking me 'whether' it had a future now,
for it was beautiful still.
Asking me 'whether' it could be...