what if?

What if? How I hate those two little words. What if my alarm doesn't ring? What if I get a flat? What if it rains? What if it snows? What if he doesn't love me? What if he does? What if? What if? The possibilities are endless. What if pigs COULD fly? What if the moon IS made of green cheese? What if big brother is watching? What if people CAN spontaneously combust? What if he doesn't love me? What if he does? What if? What if? What if? Thay swirl round and round inside my head. What if I had never been born? What if I knew then what I know now? What if I had it all to do again? What if I were smarter or richer or younger or thinner? Etcetera Etcetera Etcetera What if he doesn't love me? What if he does? What if? What if? What if? What if? What if pro wrestling is real? What if my face does freeze that way? What if sticks and stones could break my bones But words could NEVER hurt me? What if it's all lies? What if it's all true? What if? What if? What if? What if? What if? What if? What if? What if! What if I stop asking what if?