A Tad Late

If we got the timing right
                        we could be all different,
But were off a millisecond in
                           this alternate reality,

I’d rather not think of the “could have been”,
The near misses that could of changed my life,
Yet I,
Still wish upon,
That shooting star,

I want to see those sparks at night,
         So
Go fetch my net its time to find,
The one,
Who means,
Everything,

Hop aboard this rocket ship
                             for its time to see,
The distant galaxies of make believe,
Only there,
Shall I find,
What I need.