What if...

What if you are a 13-line sonnet

That relies on luck rather than rhyme?

Or a die with seven faces

That rolls non-stop under impatient eyes?

What if you are the only tattoo-less

In a globe where skin is no longer seen?

Or a freak whose phone likes to hear voices,

Not lifeless graphics on a screen?

What if you founded a new religion

That worships colors, poems and hugs,

That preaches nonpreaching,

That dumps all dogmas,

That values the outcast

And risks to miscast?

A creed of believers that exchange shoes,

A village of creatures that host the lost,

A city of citizens that vote for laws

That open hands, and tie up claws.

Dare to dare, unlock the locked,

Dream new dreams, renew the old.