What if my dreams were never meant to be real?
And what if my wishes were never to be fulfilled?
What if my future will forever remain concealed?
And what if my potential is never to be revealed?
What if I'm forced to leave before my time?
Before I've had the opportunity to cross the finish line?
What if I'm made to leave before I've reached my prime?
Before I've left a mark that I can solely claim as mine?
What if I was to die today?
What would the people around me have to say?
Would they express true sympathy?
Or just a few phrases that sound cliché?
What if I'm taken before I've found the 'one'?
Before I've truly learned how to have fun?
What if I'm told that my life is done?
When I think it's just begun?
What if I never find an answer to the question 'why'?
And just how high up goes the sky?
And how did Portia show loyalty by stabbing her thigh?
Before I answer the question of where we go when we die.