What if

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Was that really a failure? Or was it
One more attempt, against-all-odds,
Magnificent in its audacity,
To move a moutain.
Is this loneliness or is this
another chance to spend quality time with yourself?
What if we are doing language all wrong?
What if courage, curiosity, creativity are synonyms
And boredom is another word for freedom
And antonyms aren’t opposites, just
Another way of looking at the same thing.
What if the fall isn’t the fall
And despair is just a guy on the street
Bored
Hungering for a fight.
What if Biji was right all along and
This is all a game
With infinite lives.
You accumulate points
To unlock the next level
You finally get to choose that purple hair
And the oversized hoodie that’s been winking at you from behind the paywall,
And go and get the bad guys.
And each time you fall
You get another go.
Because this is all a game
Of words
And the currency is hope.