That’s when the tears come
when you think you’ve forgotten
the possibilities that came by
and hosed you down
with a bout of sunny rain
like when those colorful spokes
speed by and splash
Drenching, Waking
so that you give your chase.

They all say it builds character
and it could.
They all say it broadens the mind
and as we grow mature,
what’s more important
than adding more stars to the sky?

The more you get hurt
the more you are enlightened of the world.
Or is it the other way?
Equilibrium met with pendulums
blurring my vision
which way is forward,
and which way is back?

There will be misses and
there will be hopes.
I guess, really,
it is fate,
chance,
yours.
To keep
and create.