I don't know a thing

For everytime we breathe, we make wish to this life...
Sometime it does come true but most of the time it doesn't...
We had our regrets, but we keep going on...
because it is not how many steps we leave behind that count,
but how did we made those steps so each step we take had some meaning.
But hey... we're not perfect being... so sometimes it doesn't really matter,
as long as we talk and listen to ourself, we won't lose our path completly...
what good will it bring if we known what will we became?
The future never speak clearly to us, since it is not our rights to listen to,
Sometime I wondering... about me, us, and all the people...
ahh... probably it is just a shadow to me, but still I cannot hold to it tightly...
cause what will it became is not the question...