I wonder if anything in life goes according to plan

Or if there will always be these little bumps

The kinks in the hose that won’t come undone

Because life is nothing more than empty picture frames we need to feel

Each one of them a different snap shot of memory constantly moving

Constantly rearranging till they form a perfect circle

One the tells the story of someone’s life from birth, till death 

And in the end it all adds up to our own little moves one we are the stars of