What if I had something

to give my blood and sweat

and tears and life to?

What if I had something

I’d be willing to devote

more than just a thought to?

What if I had something

worth loving and hating,

worth crying out to?

But what if I didn’t?

What would I even do?

Maybe I’d sit there,

as I simply do.

Only there to judge you.

What if I had something?

Not “nothing” or “just anything.”

But _something_.

Special.

Worthy.

A way of living,

but also a way of loving.

But what if I didn’t have something?

What if all I had was “nothing”?

Would I cry?

What if I had something

like a family made of teammates,

playing a game I loved more

than anything I’d ever do?

What if I had something

worth loving and hating,

worth crying out to?

What if I had something

that made me laugh and cry,

thinking ‘what else would I do?’

What if I had something

I’d be willing to devote

more than just a thought to?

I guess if I had something

worth loving, hating, crying,

laughing, and dancing to-

I’d be happier than I am now,

I’d have a family to talk to.

I’d have a thing I love to do.

What if I had something

to give my blood and sweat

and tears and life to?

What if I had something?

What if I had something,

worth loving and living?

After all,

something’s

always better than

simply “nothing.”

What if I had something?

Something to fight for.

It’s almost surreal to

have this much to feel—

And while dreaming, I thought,

all of these “somethings”

but with a bow,

that thought showed itself out.