What if.

What if I had never taken piano?

What if I had given up my whole life?

What if my parents had never gotten a divorce?

What if my dad, wasn't my dad?

What if I had been handed everything I wanted?

What if my family and I were actually close?

What if they actually understood?

Would I not be into music?

Would I be happier?

Would life be better?

Would I be a better person?

Would I have wanted things to be how they are now?

Would I be those people I despise?

Would I enjoy things more?

Would I really be happier?

What if questions always ponder in my mind, they never seem to go away. It's both good, and bad. You think about things you should be grateful for, then you think about things that aren't so great, and you learn to face reality.

Or maybe I'm not facing reality. I actually can't tell really at this point.

People, they tell you not to care, they tell you things, but they don't realize how impossible it is to follow their directions. You can offer suggestions, but don't give instructions.

I wonder, all day. I think, all day. I sing, all day. I miss people, all day. I live, all day.