Tuesday, January 07, 2014

If it is

As I drove away, I thought
     if it is meant to be, it will be.
And I sat in the fading sunlight and cried
at the idea it was not meant to be.

As I ran through the dust, I thought
     if it is to be, it is up to me.
And I accepted the painful end
as a new opportunity.

As it all drew to a close,
as my panic rose, I thought
     if it is to be, it is up to me.
And so I drove, day and night
through unfamiliar lands, 
through winds and snow,
just to see.

As I drove away, I thought
     if it is meant to be, it will be.
There is no more I can do—
out of my hands, it is
no longer up to me.
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