They say, they do
That soulmates are one soul
Split, halved, if you wish,
Lost needles, in the
Haystack of existence.
It might amuse the
Game Changer, to put a few
In close proximity, to never meet,
And others so far apart
Fashioning a fairy tale of their union.
Just so, so you don’t feel entitled,
Even privileged, to find your own.
It’s that Omniscient thing
That these Game Changers have…
Playing cloud croquet, if you please
With them halves that need to meld.
So, don’t you ever think, or say, much less,
That down the corridors of Time,
Through aeons, and past, future, alternate
Lifetimes, you shall stumble upon yours.
Take it from me,
That cliché has a way of working out
When you look the other way
There is no fairy tale
Or a dream come true.
But, when you bump noses
In that existential haystack,
(Think you fooled that Game Changer?!)
Don’t you just take it for granted
That this would happen, all along?
16 April, 2018; Day#16 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018(back on track am I 🙂 ) Q to unfold by midnight 😛