Words never structured the same ever again

The things which were ever so perfect,
were the things that never happened. Unwritten.
Am I, I, or, I am anything really worth thinking. ?
The thought of something vs. actually having
in a time when it grew inside a brain.

Didn't have to read a book to know that

driving as far as you can,
until you have anymore gas,
I finally know how that feels like.
And the thought I have that makes me giggle,
whenever I think of you.
It is the little things that make the big worries
go away.
Beliving in something so much, nothing matters.
That's what I call happiness.
I control myself.
And that's all.