She desires magically parallel worlds
That keep her asking, "What if?"
What if this dirty old town
Had a better story
of a great underground?
What if his hand weren't there -
Would a hook define his identity
And he become a villain?
What if puddles, whenever someone wished,
were as deep as the ocean
And all there was to do was to jump?
What if you could change uninspiring company
By blinking three times, twirling, and singing
While some other took a liking to you?
What if old photo albums
Were living faces of people past
Looking into their future at you?
What if this dreamer imagined dreams into facts
And lived there, only
Wishing that she could come back?
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