My words are simple
Truthful and powerful
Yet not controlling
How can I control
When I was never meant to be
Never to have breathed this air
To see a rainbow
Or a fallen star
I'm a miracle and a mistake at the same time
A miracle for coming and surving
But also I go against what was said
Which am I to believe
Which words describe me best
For both are truthful in a sense
I sit and stare at the sky above
And wonder about what might have been
Foolish some would say
But its just curiosity thats drives me