it wasn't supposed to

where to begin to understand this life

has got to mean something

like the smell of fire

that lingers as the last hints of smoke

trail into sunset trees

reflection seen in table glass

what comes next

whatever it is it too will pass

too quick want to slow it all down somehow

where to rebuild some confidence

never held to one set of rules

tomorrow will come even if we don't get it

probably never will

where to begin right here in the moment

every moment counts as long as we let

them fall behind to make room

for all that is new about today

it won't make sense

it wasn't supposed to

where to begin and how we fit in...