Somedays...

Somedays, I want to be a poem.
And others, I would rather write one, 
then set it on fire and never see it again. 
But still hope that it finds someone 
before they lose themselves. 

Today I prefer solitude. 
Tomorrow forgiveness. 
I know I’m asking for a lot, 
but at least I’m asking 
because unfortunately, 
life will never be as kind as I am.