Life isn't always
what it expects to be-
it writes its plans in ink,
but the pages tear in the wind.

It reaches for stars,
but settles for shadows
that teach it more
than the light ever could.

It dreams in straight lines,
but walks in circles,
learning that meaning
doesn't always follow the map.

Still,it goes on-
not because it knows,
but because it wonders
what might come next.