What if you woke up one morning
and the sky was red
instead of blue?
The trees were gone, the grass
was white and all the flowers
stared at you?
What if you opened your door
to go outside and get the morning
paper, like you always do,
only there was no outside
your door
and no paper any more?
What if you turned on the TV to find
out
what happened to your view,
And all the programs were talking
about you?
What would you do?
If you could do nothing about it
because you had no voice,
because you had no mouth,
And no sight, because you had no
eyes
And no sound, because you had no
ears
And no smell, because you had no
nose
And no touch, because you had no
body
Would it bother you?
Or would you just go back to bed?
What if your worst nightmare,
wasn't yet?
What if you died,
but weren't dead?
What if you didn't go to heaven
when you died,
or to hell,
but somewhere else?
What if every thought you had
ran down the pages of the telephone
book
and smeared all the numbers so you
couldn't
find anything fast anymore?
And then you forgot what that
thought was?
What if the internet was reality,
and you weren't Tron
What if new research finally proved,
once and for all,
that eating
was the true cause of all sickness
and all death?
What if reality was finite and you
found out
you were infinite
and infinite meant you would forever
be
in error?
And no one cared anyway?
What if no one could ever ask inane
questions
again because reality demanded
absolute
obedience to the laws of Ohm?
And you didn't remember what Ohm
was?
What if science fiction wasn't
And science fact wasn't
And evolution didn't
And creation never
And your mother and father truly
loved you?
How would you explain your schisms?
If there were no therapists, no
Freud, no Jung, no psychiatrists, because no one was crazy,
except you?
What if everyone took you seriously
when you were angry
and shot you on sight
for the things you said?
Would you be sorry for being dead?
What if every unkind thing you have
ever done
was done to you
in one day
on your birthday?
Would that make you feel sad?
Or glad?
Or would you care?
Or would you just go back to bed?
At least you can sleep.
What if...
Artwumyn
©2002
