I often wondered what would have happened. 

What would have changed if we knew then what we know now. 

If it would matter?

Would we have tread more cautiously down a familiar path?

More alert in our own suspicion

More conscious of our own expiration- the finality of our beings? 

Or would we have ran and ran more fearlessly, 

more carelessly to our own demise, on a road with no name, 

but vast promises. 

A Street with no signs but countless doors, 

all lit from above by a traitor or a friend. 

Would we have allowed ourselves to be fooled by the promises of a deceitful moon 

for gifts we knew it could not grant?

Gifts of lands, it’s rays have never shone; 

corners still plunged in darkness, but drawn by dreams of the young and the foolish.

I wonder, would we have battled our odds more courageously?

Or would we have surrendered with a smile? 

Knowing that the battle was not to be won but enjoyed along the way. 

That maybe losing was winning in that we would have been absolved of past lives 

Lives that didn’t meet their full potential. 

Lives of wrong dreams, that took right turns, to leave us with nothing.

Would ambition have meant nothing to her this time around?

The informed time around.

Or would his hope be wasted yet again, as it always was 

in some more powerful unknown that refused to be seen?

Would we, if permitted,be found for once by the sun?

Or would we, tired, continue to wander around……

Lost.

By:  WerepupJeremy
Photography by: Melissa Cheng