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 see, An eternal dance, just for you and me. Swaying like flames almost throughout the whole sky. I think that’s the reason why I still ask if’s and why’s.