If everything were always planned
I'd hope to lead it all the way,
Normalcy is the rate of success--
While it feels right
I smile to myself
and hope for the best.
Beyond the hope
I find a way to
shed myself of these
empty thoughts
and find myself in your arms
as if that's the way it
should have always been.
Does it all make sense?
And do you want it too?
The naked eye
lends itself to me
as I run away from the sorrow
and understand to embrace
the new
in all aspirations that
it involves you