I Wonder What Difference It Would Make

One shot fired through the empty room,
My spirit stays asleep.
My mouth begs for your open thoughts of doom
To trickle down the slippery slope.
Your "mind" tells you how,
"You" follow.
I wonder what difference it would make
In another life, if I was rich,
If I was strong,
If I thought like you, where would we be?
In the same empty room
With "priceless" things scattered abroad
Oh, I beg you to explain
That Life to me.
I wonder what difference it would make
In this world, this life,
If I was weak, If I was poor,
If I was strong, yet weak, and still poor.
Would it matter much at all to you, my dear friend
If I was short, if I was tall,
If I was even "me" at all.