Present

I used to spend a lot of time wondering what could have been,
you know, if the world wasn't made of paper
and the sky wasn't full of ungranted wishes
and the dust wasn't seeping from my eyes.

I used to wonder what it could have been like
if I had chosen the boy they wanted for me,
if I'd made my parents happy
and I'd grown up thinking the world was a happy place.

I used to wonder if it should have been,
if I'd lived this long without regrets,
if music had never made me cry
and if I'd realized I was going to die.

I used to wonder.
Used to.

But now I'm pretty sure I know something.
People are melodies, which aren't always in tune
but it's ok because piano keys tickle us back,
giving us a moment to forget what we lack
while we listen to the secrets of the stars,
'cause ours are curious minds.