One day, all of this will make sense.
One day, I’ll look back on all the
Handstands I held,
Poems I wrote,
Kisses I shared,
And it will all make sense.
As long as nothing makes sense,
I’ll continue to
Make the scary moves,
Express my thoughts,
Give chances to people.
Because the Knowing inside me says,
One day it will all make sense.
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