Sometimes I wonder, wonder

why it happens, happens

so quickly, quickly and

completely.

The speed is the thing, thing

that occurs fast, fast

that it

happens.

It is deceptive, unreal maybe, maybe

has me thinking, thinking

it’s not true.

It feels true, true

as the day, day

by day it feels, feels

deep and

alive.

A big story to me, me

and my dreams, dreams

of who I am, am

going

to be.

You are the thing, thing

that I crave, crave

and feel lost

without.

Sometimes I wonder, wonder

why sometimes

I don’t.