Whatever it may become

Some things make no sense to me,

Life gives us unexpected swirls of magic.

What are we supposed to do with it?

Make a wish to what should come our way.

As if nothing could go wrong.

Take a breathe, in and out wondering if the

Possibility of you standing there is anything short

Of realistic…

Alas, this world isn’t meant to have an overflowing

Amount of pixie dust in the sky.

My heart wanders from beat to beat, almost like trying

To find its missing piece.

Perhaps, a poetic verse could only go so far.

Oh, it has myself thinking twice rather the

alternative of just speaking my mind.

The simplest things can go awry,

Makes you almost doubt yourself.

“Life just is whatever it may be.”

A plan can become out line,

When its all about what you leave behind.