don't believe in fate

sometimes the flowers
don't burn as bright
as they're supposed to.

and the clouds make
terrible faces in
the sky.

the sun dwindles
along the mountains
and the air
won't fill the lungs.

how can the
soul shine
when the
heart has
broken
completely?

sometimes the flowers
don't burn as bright.

stuck inside the skin
and writhing inside
the cells
and living the seconds away
time and again
until the big blue sky
comes falling down
and graces the soul
with just a hint
of the foreverafter.