Imagine if the stars could speak, And whispered truths we rarely seek. If every breeze that brushed your skin Carried tales of where it’s been.

Imagine if the roads we take Could bend and shift for each mistake, And every wrong turn made with doubt Led somewhere new to figure out.

Imagine if the tears we cried Were seeds from which our strength had spried, And laughter, like a morning sun, Could warm the hearts of everyone.

Imagine if the time we lose Was stored in jars we each could use— To dance again, to say what’s true, To chase the dreams we once outgrew.

Imagine life not as a race, But as a song, a quiet grace. A canvas smeared with joy and pain, Yet beautiful in every stain.