Running into the flow of destiny, Unaware of the rising mutiny, Edging past the moment of salvation, He's caught himself in a sticky situation, As he swept his past behind, No longer mending the broken heart, Turning his life around the rewind, Touching down on a new start And as the drops start connecting, Clearing his vision of the future, Of what he thought to be dissecting, Was instead threading his wounds with a suture Walking past the Falling tears, With a sly grin on his face, Coming up against all his fears, He's working past the lowly chase As Destiny starts to slowly unwind, And crystals begin to sparkle & shine, He leaves the humbled heart behind, And embarks his journey with a toast of wine
By Ken Ahuja