Are there any heavier words than home or heart?
Is there anything more difficult than being so, so sure
about one very specific thing?
Even when every one is telling you otherwise.
But there's your heart
And then there's life.
It's always there clawing at the windows in my head.
Life by the shoe strings or life by the nail marks.
It branches and twists and turns.
Every path visible and not at the same time.
Futures yours and not.
This life and that one and that one.
All on your shoulders, all weighing you down.
I mean I still ride the cart in the grocery parking lot.
Back to my car in the dark with the stupidest grin on.
Yet I must figure my entirety right now.
So I choose this path and that one.
Take this step and that jump.
And suddenly I'm in a place  I don't know.
Things have happened I barely understand.
I am someone that I don't know.
And the more I look the more I'm sure.
Every path left to me is absent the same you.
The same you that showed me what a smile really was.
Everyone has that one moment where they finally see it.
That one smile in all the books and movies and songs.
The one meant for you.
Knowing all that I now know
Seeing all the futures here and not
Where in all of whats left is your smile?
Or is this yet another insufferable lessons?
Realizing some smiles aren't meant for you after all.
It just sure really feels that way.
and then finally understanding
There is absolutely no way to tell the difference.