When you wonder about what-ifs,
You’ll be stuck having an eclipse.
In your eyes which never wanted the moon to get hidden,
It disappears like a song having no rhythm.
It’s wonderfully unimaginable by my naked imagination,
How can the moon or the sun pass by each other?
Intoxicating thoughts, worry arise,
In the demise, I won’t be wise.
I’ll be evident, you can see my soul,
Bottled up in my what-ifs, I’ll be long gone.
Why think about elements that aren’t a part of you,
Allow them to go from you before they borrow,
A component of your kindness as it’s profound,
Even though they make a jester of your wounds.
Your what-ifs can lead you to a place you worry,
In the ultimate, you won’t even overlook every fear.