we’re all but a mix, of chemistry
in what we are, and who we see.
each crossing paths, amid new reaction,
with or without, the satisfaction.
a whole world, of collisions to be,
but who in this existence, will find me?
a magic in these bones, and dreams laid to rest,
so many versions of myself, how can i be the best?
i take caution in time, with that which i seek,
for a journey through life, can be quite bleak.
a beaker of blue, a pipette of red,
i’ll be who i’ll be, before i’m dead.
the ones meant for us, shall never falter,
for they will leave us, forever altered.

-aw