Honestly? Poem by Amanda May Moore

When is waking up enjoyable?
Waking up is enjoyable when
The sun is just rising,
The morning dew is fresh
Or when the sky is gloomy
Because it gives hope for a better day.

When is staying up good?
Staying up is good when
There is not a reason to worry,
When there is someone to spend it with
And when there are moments of laughter,
But not just that, also cherish the silence.

When is believing just wishing?
And what is hope?
There is a fine line between what is called
Believing and having faith, and...
A very fine line between luck and what is
Meant to be.

So that brings me to my last few questions.
What is meant to be? and...
Is this real between you and me?