What if time unraveled, running back What if you surfaced from the deep water's black? What if lightning returned to the clouds it broke What if the tack came before the tick spoke? What if the horizon brought the Sun back home What if rains rose, to the clouds they'd flown? What if no had never crossed your tongue What if the word was never among? What if clock arms spun to the left What if rivers climbed mountains, defying their depth? What if your lips stretched a smile so thin What if our shroud was the pale of our skin? What if the echoes returned to their sound What if the lost were always found? What if the tears climbed back to the eye What if goodbye was a tender hi? What if the heart unbroke its own pain What if we danced in the falling rain? What if the clock uncounted its years What if the silence erased all fears? What if the stars fell back to the sea What if we dreamed who we used to be? What if the paths we left behind Could twist and turn, and realign? What if the words unsaid were spoken What if the promises stayed unbroken? What if the touch that slipped away Could linger here, and always stay? What if the scars rewound to the wound What if our fate could be retuned? What if we could unmake regret And weave a life we'd never forget? What if the moments we let slip past Could find their way to us at last? What if the end rewrote the start What if the whole reversed its part? What if the waves that crash ashore Returned to oceans forevermore? What if each breath you once exhaled Could carry words you never unveiled? What if each shadow cast by the Sun Could walk itself back to where it begun? What if the hands we failed to hold Could warm us now, against the cold? What if the questions that time denies Could tear apart all its disguise? What if tomorrow reached for today And all that we lost came back to stay? What if the world spun on a thread undone What if beginnings and ends were one? What if time unraveled, thread by thread And wove a tapestry of what we said? What if the oceans unlearned their tides And the Moon forgot how to pull or guide? What if the mountains crumbled to sand And built themselves where rivers now stand? What if the winds rewrote their refrain And carried whispers through memory's plain? What if each tear became a pearl Unstrung from the necklace of this fragile world? What if the fire that scorched the land Returned to the spark cupped in a hand? What if the stars unlit their glow And mapped constellations we'll never know? What if the words that were left unsaid Became the ink in a book unread? What if the roots climbed out from the soil Reclaiming seeds from time's long toil? What if the mirror, cracked and cold Reflected the face we used to hold? What if the clock's arms, weary and worn Spun in reverse to where they were born? What if each heartbeat, each fragile sound Traveled backward to where love was found? What if the shadows fled from the light Chasing the dawn into endless night? What if the rain, unfallen, stayed In clouds that refused to dissolve or fade? What if the kiss that ended the dream Flowed back to lips like a silver stream? What if the ashes of what was burned Rebuilt the bridges we thought had turned? What if the earth unspun its thread Undoing the dance of the living and dead? What if regret dissolved in the skies And time unveiled its eternal disguise? What if the void, vast and profound Returned each echo we thought was drowned? What if the end was a doorway wide Leading us back to the other side? A flood of questions, a tale complete A mirror of time, where all paths meet