If

If you are given money
What would you do with it?
If you have time on your hands
How about that?
What is your purpose?

Are you useful?
Do you pay for yourself?
Are you worth the time
Your parents invested?
Keep working!

Aren't we lucky?
Don't we dodge bullets?
How do we earn this room, this view
These bodies in which we live while
We say goodbye and thank you

From my belly
I walk upstairs to my eyes
I run away from them
To my hands
To cover my ears

Talk about sensory overload!
How do we deal with it all
When we want a drink of water
And receive a waterfall
We are learning to see galaxies

If you tell a story
Is it just about your day?
Is it just about what people say
Or is it too, about the true
The things that lay in wait

If we ask for the true, must we not say
The truth is something we cannot have
Don't our perspectives obstruct our objective
Of knowing what we say
Is clay just made of clay?