Funny how just one moment, one little giggle or a smile
changes what you thought a day might be
Stranger still the way a sadness steals your light
and leaves you someone a little bit different
Watching the sun set into a bank of clouds on the horizon
or looking down to watch the waves tickle your toes
We choose the moments that make the differences
We see what we want to see, feel what we care to know
Somehow I'm not certain that everything matters so much
as what we get from those moments
It's in the choice, not the chance
Chance is just a lucky streak or a big friggin sinkhole
Why does everything have to matter?
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