So here’s the rub…
So here’s the rub:
When I was young, there was a moment
where I had to make a choice,
And it felt like the whole universe
was pointing the way
Like it was meant to be.
I accepted destiny
Reveled in my lucky fate
Believed that
Even in the hardships
My lucky stars
Would see me through.
Then it all fell in
Crumbled like stale coffee cake
The promised sweetness
Turned to ash on the tongue
Covering the table in tasteless mess
Of dust
The destiny was false
It was like the entire universe was laughing
”Don’t you get the joke?
How can you not
When the joke is you?”
So now I don’t believe in destiny,
I no longer make my choices
Based on signs and portents
Regardless of how clear they seem
There is no supernatural hand
To guide me.
But doesn’t that become
A paradox?
The universe telling me that
Coincidence is a lie
Convergence is accidental
Or at least unintentional
IS STILL THE UNIVERSE
TELLING ME.
I want to let go my trust
In that whisper
That scream
That silence that
MUST MEAN SOMETHING
I just want to trust the ache
Deep in my heart
And stop hoping
My spirit knows
As if I ever had a soul
To begin with.