Talking phrases,
We talk in phrases,
Destined to be short.

Aren't there people
we wish we'd never met,
Even before we know them
we're destined 
to be cast away 
in opposite directions.

I met you at a crossroad,
along the way,
I wanted to go your way
with you,
But sometimes
knowing one's destiny
limits the experience.

I still want to know you,
knowing I shouldn't be
occupied with thinking of you.

I'll stand at the crossroad
and watch,
Watching you go your way
might help me,
To understand.....

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