What If...?

A journey through the mist,
To the life I nearly missed.
95 and still going,
The cat's eyes stare, knowing.

Soon arrive unnoticed,
To the life I nearly missed.
The Break-beat pounds, numbing.
The heaving mass, humming.

Strobe and smoke,
Like a twisted dream.
X and coke,
Rum and Jim Beam.

A journey through the mist,
To a life I missed.
No lines, no spliff,
But still I wonder;
"What if...?"