what if you could read minds?
what if you knew the meaning of life?
what if you knew the lottery numbers a day early?
what if you were breathing your last breath?
what if you had already eaten your last meal?
what if you had your conscience for a reason?
what if you knew what that reason was?
what if it was a beacon- a warning of impending doom?
what if justice were not corrupt but something true, something eternal?
what if the standard for life were a perfect law you already knew?
what if in stillness of a silent moment you knew that you had broken the law?
Author notes
this poem was written by my boyfriend derick
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