what if?

What if we could go back in time? Then maybe poetry wouldn't have to rhyme. What if we could change what it meant to see? Then maybe eyes would be a luxury. What if we never invented money? Then maybe men wouldnt act funny. What if evil is just a state of mind? Then maybe we'd all be kind. What if you followed your dreams? Then maybe being happy is easier than it seems. What if you could go back in time to redefine poetry so we could all see the luxury of money not making men act funny and see evil is a state of mind that keeps men from being kind, which would make men follow dreams and the world would be more than it seems? Then maybe your just insane because it's easier to seem happier in dreams where bein kind is a state of mind but evil makes men act funny because of money which is a luxury. Eyes make you belive rhyming is poetry, now look at me controling your time.