Baskadia

What if the stars could guide our way,

And night was bright as the warmest day?

Would we chase dreams that seemed too vast,

Or let them slip away, shadows cast?

What if the whispers of the wind,

Could reveal the secrets we've never pinned?

Would we strive to understand it all,

Or let ignorance be our downfall?

What if the oceans could speak their tales,

Of ancient wonders and hidden trails?

Would we listen with eager ears,

Or just drown out their voice, lost in fears?

What if the mountains could reach the sky,

And touch the heavens with their might so high?

Would we climb their peaks with determined stride,

Or stay grounded, in comfort, and never glide?

What if love, pure and true, never faltered,

And its magic in every heart remained unaltered?

Would we cherish each bond, each fleeting smile,

Or let love fade, consumed by pride and guile?

What if dreams were threads of reality,

And we weaved them together, a vibrant tapestry?

Would we pursue our passions with fiery zeal,

Or let dreams dissolve, no longer real?

Oh, what if, and what would be,

A world of infinite possibilities we could see.

But it's not just the ifs that matter, you see,

It's the choices we make, to craft our destiny.