What if?

What if I took you,

To a room stuffed with letters, 

Some red some blue 

Kept together in pairs of two 

What if I told you, 

The letters left you with no place 

To breath, to relax 

Or simply have your own space 

What if I convinced you, 

That shards of glass

Were concealed in the blue 

And in the red ones, 

Soft petals with a gorgeous hue 

What if I broke it to you, 

That the contents of these letters 

Were but your thoughts 

Piled together, and kept in lots 

What if I asked you, 

Which type would you expect to find 

In your room of thoughts

Hidden in your mind? 

Would the blue overrule the red? 

Would you hope for it to be the other way instead? 

Would you wish your room wasn’t suffocating 

Would you criticize it and be hating 

Yourself, and more blues would be formed 

And there you go! 

In a vicious cycle your thoughts are transformed 

But, What if I said,

It's you who’s in charge 

Of managing your garden bed 

Whether you want more of petals or shards

Is merely upto you 

Whether you want more of red 

Or absolutely no blue 

Because I have to say…

You will end up visiting your room of thoughts 

Where whether or not you enjoy your stay 

Depends on every little thought 

crossing your mind throughout the day...