Crossed Paths
I don't believe in omens
I don't believe in signs
Though our paths have crossed and
Our fates seem to align.
Am I in denial if "Coincidence!" I cry,
Blind to unseen strings?
Is chance a myth, a lie?
Against gravity these wings
Lift me. My world is shaken.
My planet's out of orbit
But I'm no longer breaking.
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