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.