Sitting beside a window,
sipping my cup of tea,
wondering to myself,
how life could have been.

If words were left unsaid,
worries left our nest,
if we never just met,
how life could have been.

Looking at the stars,
while the moon stared at me,
what matters the most?
and then it hits me.

Then it dawned on me,
as the rays touched me,
woke me up again,
telling me its not too late,
just write your own fate.

Life still could be
How you want it to be!