Do I believe in fate?
In those million colourless lines crossing my palm?
The sudden co-incidents that stop me in my tracks?
Or when people shake their head at absurd happenings
Do I believe there was some higher power responsible for it?
I carved my life
Shaped my dreams
Lived my hopes
Or was there someone else doing it all the time?
Is the pride I feel not mine?
The joy, does it belong to the faceless spirit?
The reality I wake up to everyday
Is perhaps only but a dream…
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