"Last night, while I lay thinking here,Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
And pranced and partied all night long
And sang their same old Whatif song"
The funny thing is that this poem could be about regret— the what ifs of the past, but it could also be about possibility—the what ifs of the future.
Whatif-ing the past is pointless. It does nothing. But whatif-ing the future? That is the place where everything wonderful that has ever happened began.
Life is full of possibility. Explore it.
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