Sometimes I ask myself

Sometimes I ask myself If there was no need to think Where would emotions take seed? Sometimes I ask myself If we didn’t breathe Would the air still be pollution free? Sometimes I ask myself If we didn’t see Would the light refract off me Sometimes I ask myself If our physical bodies didn’t exist Would it matter to you and me? Sometimes I ask myself If we were not born Would we still look upwards and pray Something I ask myself If there were no words Would this be my poetry?