If...

If it expired – that flame in your eyes,
If solid ground is turning to slime,
If God within you is ready to die –
Then it is time for a change in your life.

Shallows and boats, or tides and the storm,
Maybe, a friend who is hardly a friend,
And if you feel it’s the Snow Queen who stole
Your very soul – flee to warm sunny lands.

If you can’t fill a dire void that you feel,
Fighting insomnia night after night,
Do take a step – maybe two, maybe three,
First is the hardest, the rest are all right.

Get your heart’s scales, mind you – balance it well:
Conscience or shame? Or, the carrot and stick…?
Time for a change. Half an hour till the bell,
Maybe, a year. Or, just seconds that tick.

If you got used to explaining the pain,
If all around you see shade, fog and mist…
Know, you create your own night, your own day –
In woes of lunacy, maybe of wit.

If your soul’s sail is stuck on the shoals,
If you can’t savor the taste of each day –
Cry, if you must, but uproot what you’ve sown,
Fear, if you will, but go change, live and dare!