My kids are exes 

of their dad

If he were to be the caretaker

everyone would think

I died

But no one asks him

why he gave them up

To make your life a breeze, -

she said

make up a list

and delegate it 

And so I did, to get her

off my back, I thought it up

I let it go 

into an abyss of any thought

But suddenly the fire's lit

the children fed and

groceries are here

So tell me this:

did my small list

fall in the perfect pocket

of life's roulette

for I'm still waiting on the

croissants

Can i create my own

happenstance 

out of life's uncertainty 

as a need to live

Maybe accept that I am

a subject of own will 

giving in to no reason

for anything 

Making shapeless eternity the source

of my motion

to love 

Feed me from the outside

feed me on the inside 

to complete contentment

so from this irreason

coincidences can close the circle

to my happiness

Miracles exist 

you create them

Have you forgotten