Looking into the night sky,
I start thinking about this life.
Everything that has went wrong,
and right during my time.
I begin to reflect upon the past,
wondering if it really made me who I am.
I can not change what has happened,
so I must look upon the future with optimism.
Fate has an interesting way,
of laying its cards in my hand.
Weaving its way with every,
new and delicate strand.
Choices I make, the friends I take.
Memories I keep, my faded dreams.
It almost seems as if I'm right where,
I'm meant to be.
