If wishes fell like rain, then certainty I am a storm.
For I have not an explanation of the madness within my very form.
Cause, though I wish upon every single star.
I know I will never even get close to that far.
If’s, why’s, where’s, and when’s,
No matter the conjunction, questions never end.
It’s the if’s of life,
Treasured words if taken a glance.
Though, the closer you look, the more you ...
