(5) a wise child

sometimes things work out

sometimes they don’t

maybe it’ll go where we want

or maybe we have no idea what we want

could I believe so much to the point where it is the only option?

how could it be otherwise?

what i never thought

is all I have now

if I’d given up my own desires faster

I would’ve found my missing piece

the sun shines so bright as if the gold is the center of sight

the more I search, the less I have

when my backpack is full, now for my hands to grab

although you can’t take it with you