' WHAT IF...? '

What if I can be the walls to minds
and see hearts...
What if I am the Mungo Park
of your skeleton smile,
you're a fake friend !

What if I can see
things behind me...
Catching you as a Judas
and getting how you dug my toes.

What if I am a spirit
following you around...
Monitoring your speech and deeds of actions
and you can't just see my visual emotions.

What if I am the spirit,
secretly recording your every every breathing second,
playing it again and again
alongside projecting it.
With a wide screen projector at a convention,
a conference,a convocation, a ceremony
or a brightly mirrored congressional church??

Would you still walk among the living?
Would you still talk...When I'm standing?
Would you disown yourself
or take your life
take it out of yourself?

Don't forfeit,
don't be wield at yourself,
it's a mere imagination.
A matter of ' What if? '

Nwankwo Borngreat.

The piece expresses the feeling of someone who he imagine is not true as she she appears but at the last stanza he makes it known to his readers that it is only an imagination.