If words could be unspoken

If words could be unspoken,
If thoughts could be unthought
If what was done could be undone,
If images could be deleted
What would be?
 
If trees could be ungrown,
If leaves could fall up
If cries were heard,
And shots left unshot
What would be?
 
Always in the dark,
Always alone
All through the night,
We think and think
Thinking, searching, yearning
For the answers
 
The answers that we see,
Behind us, in front of us,
All around us, but always,
Always
Out of reach
 
If the hands of a clock
Could spin counterclockwise,
If the numbers on the calendar
Could get smaller,
What would be?
 
If sighs were never sighed,
If laughter was never laughed
If wonders were never wondered,
If questions were never asked
What would be?
 
The way the world is,
The way the world was,
The logic and the chaos,
The up and the down
What is it?
 
As the people cry,
why
why
why?
The only answer is
 
we
don’t
know