If
If you can create a world with just your words
Where sounds are bright and colors sing
And your people’s fate is what you choose,
If you can believe in what you think
And give your all and make it show,
If your favorite instrument is the pen,
And you love its scratch when it’s in use
If you can spend infinity on a single paper
And then rip it up and start anew,
If you can weave another world
Filled with chaos, love, and more,
If your greatest weapon is in your head
And you possess a skill which can’t be learned,
If you can twist one moment into a thousand words,
And breathe the life into every one,
If you can live life with your head in the clouds,
Yet always take the time to float back down,
If you can keep your style and try out others,
And still meet the standards of other people,
If you will always have a pencil handy
But always be in lack of paper,
If you are a puppet master
And words are your puppets,
If you can spin another, shining world
Where sounds are warm and colors dance,
If you can dance to the sound of lightning
And paint the sight of thunder,
Your imagination has no limits,
And you can be a writer.
