If, When

Oh the thoughtful nature of beauty,

the cascading tides of understanding,

if, when we might no longer strive

do we shrivel slowly without a drive.

When first the bottom fell

seemed appropriate to tell

the world of such a disaster

always wishing, always after.

The knowledge of our own fears

suddenly trampling the many years

we fought to stay alive,

we wonder how to crave

the beauty of our innocence

the travel of our minds.

Oh to know the answer,

for then we might less ponder.

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