A reminder everything happens for a reason,
sounds, pain, thoughts, joy.
Everything lost feeling so empty,
like a bottle never filled,
threads of string unraveled,
a pile never been misplaced,
love always hurts,
what kills our moments,
what derives us on our thoughts,
that we see it slip when it beholds,
An drips so much none can be caught.
What makes our day?
what makes it ourselves?
Who are we to pick what happens?
NO ONE!
Everything happens for a reason.
What someone really wants
like swirls of liquid never stopping,
an time slowly ticks.
Why this,
whats so great about something?
