If

If I were immortal I’d look into every crack, every rabbit hole of the universe, I’d absorb, devour and obliterate like a knowledge hungry black hole, until there was nothing left for me to discover If I were immortal I’d see the love of my life turn into dust in front of my very eyes, I’d watch my children grow, fall in love, get older and perish until there was no one left for me to love If I were immortal I’d solidify like a stream of lava, hoping to reach the ocean craving to be embraced by the waves, to have my burden washed away, wishing to succumb and rest, peacefully