Deliberate blunders

Yes,


I want that perfect life to happen to me.
Is there anything that is wrong about it?
I think it's perfectly normal.


Being less skeptical and more certain,
about me,
about you,
about them,
about everything
for that matter.


There is this constant bickering
that takes my peace far far away,
making me question myself over and over again
about things, that seem petty
but are  altogether important


Still things go wayward
no matter how hard we try
try to make it work,
to settle,
calm each musing  that takes
place.


Restless I become,
Give up
write some pointless thing (yes like this one!)


Sorrows keep soaring,
And so does the number of
sad numbers in the music
playlists.


And there's a voice that
whispers in sarcasm,
sigh of relief,
sigh of contentment
and that smile


CAN wait!