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What If


What if the world is but a 
stage
and we are all just 
actors?
And why couldn’t this idea
exist;
for we are probably nothing
more, 
than a speck of
dust
upon a creature’s
fist.
And what if it wakes up one
day
and decides to take a 
shower,
or blow us off into the 
air
to land on a lily 
flower?
If this were true then we would have
no say in the
matter;
and our world which is
so round
could easily become much
flatter;
and all the things we hold so
dear,
would suddenly mean
nil,
like beauty, politics, and 
fear,
and the worth of a dollar 
bill.

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