My mind is racing,
Racing a thousand miles an hour,
Running, always running,
What for? Who from?
Myself it seems.
Sometimes I wonder things.
Some that I know I shouldn't.
Some that I can't help but want to act on.
Sometimes I wonder about the future,
Sometimes what it would be like without me,
Sometimes without you,
Sometimes how you would think.
Sometimes I wonder what I would be like if I never met you.
Sometimes I wonder how you think,
What you think about,
And if you ever think of me.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I were different,
Sometimes the same with you.
It's always you.
I know it's bad.
But it's the truth.
It all leads back to you.
You're my best friend.
Yet, we're both fighting each other for survival.
Why?
You can have it.
You just have to take it.
Sometimes I wish things.
I wish I could read your mind,
But then wonder if I could handle the truth.
Could I?
Probably not, knowing me.
But maybe it would make me less paranoid.
But at the end of the day,
These what ifs don't matter.
Nothing really matters at all.
Or does it?