WHAT IF.

what if life was like a man pursued

by an army of unbeatable sure-handed villains

what if arrows shot came like a storm

that no space is left to hide his mortal body

if at a count of each second, one shot hits him

wouldn’t it be easy to die a wounded man?

but, what if…

we have been given, each, an option to heal

a chance to keep running to safety

what if each healing makes our skins tougher

wouldn’t it be a sweet pain of battle?

knowing that it’s a personal choice we make?

to die?

what if life is such a dream

would pain hurt as the joy that comes with healing?

and if we are all made to fight?

wouldn’t dying across the land into our country

be more heroic than dying in the battlefield?

what is life?