i wrong

sometimes you think you know where you are headed
you think you know what each day will bring
you think there will be a breath to follow this breath
it has always been that way before
you think that lunch will follow breakfast
and sometime later dinner will naturally appear
you think you know that the sky is blue and that trees are green
and that life will go on quite smoothly forever
like infinite ripple of turquoise ribbon
but sometimes you are wrong

it headed the other way around
and mess up all the comfortness
and sometimes nothing you can do
it's funny how things work in this bloody world

dedicated to piece of writing "so...."
at nanda's [a-person-that-i-used-to-meet-every-single-weekdays-
and-sometimes-weekend] blog