What If Poem by Paris Thulare

What if the heaven we are told about doesn't exist,
What if it's a place we see only in our dreams.
Who has ever went there and came back?
Who has ever seen hell with his naked eyes?

What if we are not scared of death
We are scared of losing all the things we are used to.
Waking up surrounded by oceans,
And Sharing this world with the loved ones

What if,
I'm not scared of laying there one man.
With my body being wrapped in suits inside a woody bed,
But I'mafraid of being given another names that I'm not familiar with.

I'm not judging the creation ofmankind,
I'm not a soul with eyes blind,
I am a soul wearing curiosity.
What if we arescared?
What if we are not afraid?