What if the air becomes rigid,

difficult to inhale and breathe,

years to live - a single digit,

simple, as one-two-three.

What if tomorrow never happens,

even today is a big “If”,

losing the last of the guiding lanterns

to the endless ocean of grief.

What if the light becomes darkness,

no sunrise where ice is thin,

only emotion left - sadness,

only expression - solemn grim.

What if the night has no answers,

even the moon becomes deaf

to all the questions, repeating patterns,

causing a raw emotional theft.

What if all this is another illusion,

only a dream that cannot be…

Then to be sure, the only solution

is to keep going and truly see.

What if the eyes become blind,

seeing only the things within,

fighting with the rational mind,

making the emptiness - evil twin.