What if
the floor was actually,
lava
Would we, be able to walk it.
without the souls of our feet
being melted
like society,
loosely bonded to its frame
What if we could see,
sound
Would we,
perceive it differently.
imagination
becoming scarce
like an office worker,
sanity disintegrating
What if
and altered state would better fit,
reality
Would there
be a line crossed.
or would negativity
melt away
into the lava
we say
--------
goodbye