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If I were to see myself
Running away from me
Would you know?
If we establish who we are…
If we really do our best, to see ourselves
Is fate an inevitability?
Or do we have a wider destiny?
Or is it maximum trajectory guiding me?
Over and over we have these lessons
We have these chances, these odds against or for us
Our opportunities to thrive on the fore front
If only we apprehend the suspected accuser of fate
If only we realize before it’s too late
Although I refuse to believe my efforts have been wasted
Every road has it’s value: sage advice from wounds earned
If you allow yourself freedom from outer elements
You’ll see what these words meant
You’ll see it’s all sentiment, existence… sentience