What if

What happens when there's no more trees
and we run out of oxygen?
What happens when there's all sins
and we're put in an ark again?

What happens when we quit?
What happens when everyone lose hope?
Do we all just sit there and have a fit?
Or worse, tie ourselves with a rope?

We breathe and don't quit...
We breathe and keep hope...
We have fits but don't sin...
Nor do it and grab the rope...

For this is our battle, and no matter what gets you down or make you think you should always smile and walk out of it with a wink.

Orignial Poem by Dametrias Paris Green