Never try to plan
Your life out,
Because without
A doubt,
a wrench will
Be thrown in,
A heavy one,
Not always
Necessarily bad,
But a test of sorts
Brought about
By fate,
To see how you
Choose,
Which way you
Will go,
Just when you
Think your life
Is set in stone,
A wave rolls
In to break
The still,
Sometimes
It's love
That breaks
The still,
To risk it
All following
Your heart,
Or to stay
Still
And never
Know
At all.

Tears fall,
Connecting
All these dots
In the "dot" book,
Like a game...
There once was a child,
With pencil in hand,
Drawing constellations,
Little lines came together,
Tool in hand,
The creator of the universe
Was born

Unpredictable this life is, so
Unpredictable just like
The winter snow,
The force of
A Summer Storm,
Coming in fast,
Keeping us guessing,
Your love burns across
The dawn to find me lost
And I don't have control,
Of this,
Of everything,
And your heart seems
To call me from
A place so familiar,
And just when I thought
I knew where
I was meant
To be,
You came along,
Dividing the sea.