So What

And when my ego says:
what if
love was never meant for me
what if
shooting stars
won’t take my wishes
up into the heavens
but will let them drift
forever lost in space
what if?

Then I answer:
So what
I’m safe, I’m grateful,
I love and am loved
I feel, I know
as I look up and read
what’s written in the stars
and see you, see my destiny
and all the things the universe
wishes for me