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Ana Jul 2014
“The cards are shuffled by destiny… and we play! “



Is life a matter of chance?

Are we standing in a trance,

led by some unwritten plots

and then connecting the dots?



But do we even wonder

where future’s going under?

Is it luck, or is it fate?

And the lifepath we create

is it built on our guesses

or are we guided by GPSs?



And in the end, what is an instant?

a clock beat? or is it different?

Will our acts form our history

or they’re just cards of destiny?
b e mccomb Jul 2016
Rumble strips and road trips
Drive until I catch the night
Right shoulder tears for all my fears
Thruways admit I lost the fight.

An eye for an eye
Left turn for left turn
GPSs always lie
A truth for a truth
Reroute our directions but we'll
Never regain our wasted youth.

Now again I'm drifting off
The road signs mean I'm never lost
But the rumble strip will always grind
Until I forget what I drove to find.

Highway markers flashing by
In tired hate I wonder why
Until the sun must also rise
This painful day will be reprised.

Hands off the wheel, forget to blink
This desolate night is not what you think
A split second glance in my rearview
Confirms what I already knew
For though my stance to run was wrong
There's no denying you were in the back seat all along.
Copyright 6/25/14 by B. E. McComb

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