There are so many wishes we make in life
But wishes are jaded opportunities, lost to time
If we are to make of ourselves, what we admire
At every turn, we must scan our surroundings
Look inside ourselves, and ask what makes us whole

Next comes the hard part
We must break our minds into fragments
Give up the wholeness, that sanctity of being secure
In order to follow our dreams in waking
We need to hold onto those pieces that shattered
In such a way that they can be repaired

Like puzzle pieces
To a picture that can never be fully seen
We zoom out as we move forward
And build ourselves into something incomplete
But ever growing

So wish for becoming
And cherish your imperfections
This is what dreams are made of
This is why we are free

We are not meant to understand life
We are only meant to love the beauty it brings
And chase the sun
Even though we know it always ends up sinking below the horizon

Don't forget to stop and admire what you don't understand
One day, when life passes you by, you may be those blades of grass
Those flowers that color a field grown wild
And although you may be stepped on, bent, and withered
Someone will find you, and they will see your beauty
In this life and the next
You are lovely