What Would We Do?

What would we do?
I’m not sure. How ‘bout you?

S’pose we would go
Far away from the woe.

Maybe we would
Sail the seas if we could.

Perhaps we’d try
All that goes with “goodbye.”

Perchance we’d plan
To go ‘round the world’s span.

Conceiv’bly chart
The desires of our heart.

What would we do?
I’m not sure. Nor are you.

Prob’ly stay here
And do nothing, my dear.