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Meant to Be


I picked up a coin and made a wish

I found it, I found the coin

I found myself along the way 

The way I was walking, thats when I found the coin

The path I took that day, 

I found two important things

But the order in which they were found are more important than what they were

What happens if the coin was found first?

Would the wish cause one to then have found themself,

Or was the finding of one's self the same as finding the coin?

Maybe, finding one's self made it possible for one to even see the very coin.

 

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H.C.Riley

Uh, poetry is kind of my way of starting the race of life. Good luck to you all.

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