What If?

If we always dreamt,
and yet never slept,
would we still believe
that are lives are not over yet?

If we all climbed mountains
up high into the sky,
would we still have reasons
to sit in the corner and cry?

What if we never thought,
and all of life was one dream?
Would we become quite lost,
like small goldfish in a large stream?

What if life was never-ending,
a maze with no escape,
would we become deformed,
victims of a god's mistake?