The universe is waiting.

About time and all that ticking.
(The hours glued together in a slow and steady frenzy.)
Who invented whispering?
The approximate rate at which the average follicle of hair grows.
Where I'll end up.
Who I'll touch.
Why some people are so sad.

Often I contemplate choice.
And that is another thing all together.
But it's quaint, isn't it? And charming too
that we can but choose
our destiny.

Don't worry,
that's the most important thing
to me.
I just want to smile every day
and notice the colors around me because
I can.


This is what I wonder.