Questions born of a sleepless night

By Amber Platel

What if the weatherman lied and it rains tomorrow?

My plans will be soaked if they are still followed. 

What if I put salt not sugar in my tea in the morning?

Will my day be different or still quite boring?

What if banana peel actually tastes really nice?

I wouldn’t know, I’ve never given it a try.

What if my dog understands every word that I say?

And is waiting to surprise me and reply one day.

And what if the sun and the moon are in a game of tag?

Constantly chasing but the days still drag; 

On and on like a movie that lags-

The thought of forever is making me gag...

Or what if all of this is but a simulation, 

My entire existence reduced to binary information.

What if God is real but chooses abominations, 

And war and famine and death and starvation.

What if I die tonight, or maybe tomorrow?

Could I never die at all? Would that life be hollow?

Or maybe I could live a billion lives,

Each a little different with separate drives.

What if all wishes made used to come true?

'til someone wished they didn’t, and they all withdrew.

What if stars weren't suns but new civilisations?

Or Gods or cameras or alien nations.

Or what if I simply let go and fall softly asleep,

Away from the thoughts that are penetrating me.

Allow them to attack another sleepless night,

And accept that for now it will all be alright.