that it was my own choice
to follow with my heart
and listen to that voice.
That voice that tells me where to go,
or sometimes when or why or how.
I always thought it was my choice,
but I've proved myself wrong just now.
It seems nice to think that I had a say;
that I was the one who made things this way.
But the one who taught how to rhyme,
the one preceding space and time,
it was truly His decision
to make this trans-dimensional love collision.
"trans-dimensional love collision"...i love it!
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