Happiness has succumbed me.
There is very little reason to star gaze
Waiting for that falling piece of dust
To place every hope and desire,
In it’s less than capable hands.
I don’t think I believe in destiny.
Pretty sure I’ve decided my own fate.
No mystic power runs my life,
Every moment has been up to me.
My choices have brought me to you,
And I’m exactly where I want to be.
I’ll still wish on shooting stars,
Birthday candles, driving through tunnels
and when the clock reads 11:11.
Some habits run too deep to break.
But instead of wishing for changes
I’ll only wish for more moments like these.
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