When Youthful Dreams Become Nightmares

What if I could learn to live between these lines?
To paint my soul with the colors of a sunset horizon?

I amble between heavy sighs
I've grown tired of this soulless abomination living in my bathroom mirror—
My new hole to hide from the world outside.
Begging everyone to let me lie in peace.

There's safety in retreating to the grey areas.
A perfect storm cloud to float into nothing.

What if I learn to live between these blurred lines?
But What if I drift away on the ticking hands of time?

What if!
What if!
What if!