The Foolishness Of Fate

Someone told me years ago by a sleepy lake:

“You meet the people you are supposed to meet,

A year too early or a year too late,

Still, you feel like you have never seen a smile that sweet.”

But I chased a dream for a living for five years,

Wasted away my youth on cheap truces with the enemy.

I did not hold back a harsh word, but I held back the tears,

Hoping the sorrow did not become a part of me.

All I did was try without batting an eye,

And I did not listen even when the noose was closing.

Fate is a funny thing, I hated the knots it tied,

And how it tore me open like some old clothing.

But I ended up right here, so it must have been foresight,

Even the nights where I got it all wrong.

I was missing the signs and looking for my knights,

Complaining to every stranger about this life being too long.

Still, I ended up by your side nearby a sleepy lake,

And it felt like home more than my own heartbeat does.

Not a minute too soon, not a minute too late…

The foolishness of fate came over me like a buzz.

-Jackie