What If

I had it all. The blood beneath the cold, dense, heart beats as if it were nothing. But what good would a heart be if it did nothing. The mind just seems to baffle- confuse both me and you, no longer are you confused, but am I. A sweet little butterfly, gravity has no affect on me i'm free, oh the freedom what glee, there's no you and me. Only after is there a space for 2 when 1 and 1 they become 1 whole and 2 together, they separate, without becoming one- just as though life had died. It's true what they say about dying, no one ever learns until- that moment, situation unfolds, and instead of the light, it's dark black, cold. Instead of the angels, loved ones spirits, it's the devils scold and even after all this hyperbole, I haven't even budged. I'm old. You just don't seem to get it, I once became so young, now old and all because of you, you mystery of my soul.