sometimes I cannot believe I am here
and I live this very life of mine
sometimes I look out over the ocean
and it almost hurts me how much I love the water
as if, God is speaking to me through the sea
sometimes I believe that God is out to get me
and I can laugh at his silly little jokes and get on with life
it can be challenging to believe in magic
but I choose to believe anyways
because sometimes miracles tend to happen
and I feel like the luckiest girl alive
after days I spent searching for the sun to come
and it finally arrived
sometimes I believe I am the one who should make life happen
but time and again
I see that I can be as soft as a riverbed
because force doesn´t open the same doors
as softness always will
wherever I find the water
a lesson not yet learned
is a lesson which will come around
in another form
straight lines don´t exist, my little child
is what she said to me
there is no A to B
rather there are hoops and redirections
as many as you can count
but sometimes I look back
and indeed, a long way I have been
to be here, and look over the sea
and home I am
wherever I find the water
I am near
