Whatever Will Be, Will Be

**Both of these poems were inspired by Que Sera Sera by the Pixies. I wanted to see how one song could hold two completely opposite truths. “Not Fate” was written in a moment of betrayal and reckoning; “This Time” was written in a state of hope and renewal. They stand as emotional inverses that are shaped by the same sounds with a different lens.**

Part 1: Que Sera, Sera (Not Fate)

Beneath a moon of trembling light,
I watch you lie, and all feels wrong.
Your voice rings smooth, rehearsed, polite,
A carefully constructed song.

The stars cut sharp; they coldly burn,
Like judges with their verdict cleared.
Old wounds that twist with each return,
To remind me of what I feared.

They mock the fool I let myself be,
Every story has to end.
Some pages burn too fast to see,
Some broken things can't ever mend.

Que sera, sera... bitter and cruel,
What will be, I should have known.
I thought your hand could heal my wounds,
But you were sharpening the stone.

The dawn reveals not what we built,
But every lie you wrapped in truth.
The cracks weren't flaws; they were your guilt,
The fractures of your living proof.

What once seemed precious, real, and deep,
Was just a mirror made of smoke.
As if the promises you'd keep,
Were only there until they broke.

The mist won't lift; the path grows thin,
Each step was scripted, not my choice.
You walked ahead, I followed in,
And lost myself inside your voice.

You had to lead, I had to follow,
Two souls playing parts you wrote.
Finding only empty hollows,
Living in the lines you quote.

Que sera, sera... sharp and false,
What will be was your lullaby.
I learned that fate is what you fake,
When hearts are cruel enough to lie.

When you keep running toward the fall,
When you keep hiding all the truth,
When you construct the guarded wall,
And call it love, and call it proof.

Just masks, and games, and silent tests,
Just wounds that grow where love once stayed.
I never knew that all your rest,
Was just the calm before betrayal paid.

That stillness hid your sharpest blade,
That softness was the weakness worn,
That love could wither in the shade,
All thorns, all storm, all rage, all scorn.

Que sera, sera... this time done,
The stars were right, the past returns,
The ghosts that haunt can't be outrun,
The shadows feast on what still burns.

No trust, no us, just blinded eyes,
And all the darkness you became.
The bitter truth that underlies,
The quiet cruelty of your game.

So let the future stay undone,
Let mystery keep its poisoned wings.
I'll face whatever is to come,
Without the hope that suffering brings.

Que sera, sera... I'll choke it out,
A requiem for broken hearts,
A lesson that I finally learned:
This time, love is where it ends, not starts.

Part 2: Que Sera, Sera (This Time)

Beneath a moon of gentle light,
I watch you breathe, and all feels clear.
Your voice rings true, no edge, no bite,
Just quiet warmth that draws me near.

The stars don't cut; they softly glow,
No longer judges in the sky.
But ancient friends who seem to know,
The tender truths we can't deny.

They hum the tune of what I've learned,
Not every story has to end.
Some pages wait to be returned,
Some broken things were meant to mend.

Que sera, sera... sweet and kind,
What will be, I need not fear.
I thought love's hand could only wound,
But now it leads me safely here.

The dawn reveals not what we hide,
But every truth we dared to trust.
The cracks once feared now let in light,
They gleam like gold through healing dust.

What once seemed fragile, worn, and frayed,
Now holds a beauty, strange and deep.
As if the scars that time has made,
Are promises the heart can keep.

The mist lifts slow; the path feels wide,
Each step is choice, not destiny.
You walk beside, not far ahead,
And somehow that sets both of us free.

No need to lead, no need to follow,
Just two souls learning how to be.
Finding grace in each tomorrow,
Writing our own mythology.

Que sera, sera... soft and true,
What will be is born of care.
I learned that fate is what we make,
When hearts are brave enough to share.

When we stop running from the fall,
When we stop hiding from the ache,
When we let down the guarded wall,
And risk the beautiful mistake.

No mask, no game, no silent test,
Just peace that grows where doubt once stayed.
I never knew that letting rest,
Could be the strength I'd never trade.

That stillness holds its own fierce power,
That softness isn't weakness worn,
That love can bloom without the tower,
Without the thorns, without the storm.

Que sera, sera... this time right,
No stars to blame, no past to chase,
No ghosts to haunt the edge of night,
No shadows left we can't embrace.

Just trust, and us, and open eyes,
And all the light we choose to face.
The gentle truth that underlies,
The quiet miracle of our grace.

So let the future come undone,
Let mystery unfold its wings.
We'll meet whatever is to come,
With all the hope that healing brings.

Que sera, sera... we'll sing it slow,
A lullaby for weary hearts,
A promise that we finally know:
This time, love is where it starts.