It's a possibility, you know me, but a probability, that you don't
possible you'll see me, but probable, that you won't
A possible connection, the kind that ever sings
but probable, no music, no contributions bring
Where it's a probable rejection, that cuts into my soul
or a possible exception, losing all controls
Everything in life, is possible, like songs within the wind
not all things are probable, and so, here I go again
I follow behind you, where probability is ever thin
instead of beside you, where possibilities, never end
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
It's a possibility, you know me, but a probability, that you don't
possible you'll see me, but probable, that you won't
A possible connection, the kind that ever sings
but probable, no music, no contributions bring
Where it's a probable rejection, that cuts into my soul
or a possible exception, losing all controls
Everything in life, is possible, like songs within the wind
not all things are probable, and so, here I go again
I follow behind you, where probability is ever thin
instead of beside you, where possibilities, never end
I've teased this one over the years, the enigma of what is probable vs what is possible has always intrigued me. :D
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