All of a sudden, I realize my soul is on a collision course with another, and I think…
How the hell did I get here?
If I strain my brain really hard,
I can trace the events back like breadcrumbs,
But I’ll be damned if I can figure out what propelled me into each decision.
Which choice was the critical one that sealed my fate?
So much is hazy to me now.
How long ago was it when I woke up and heard that voice ask me,
How do you know they’re the one?
“I don’t,” I said in reply.
I don’t even think I believe in The One.
I suspect it’s more like The One of Many.
There are, however, times appointed for each collision,
And this is one of them.
I see the soul in front of me,
So they must be the one for this appointment.
Ready or not,
Here we go…
