I was thinking of a certain chance when I believe in destiny.
Now I’m wondering where was the very first time fate quite destined our paths before.
Was this in a place of chaos where you and I had a best day with other’s life?
Or was this in kind of a place where everyone seems so great and you were so good but not fine at all?
Maybe there was this spot, where we obliviously glanced to each other through contradictory feelings.
Perhaps out of million chances,
God has given us thousands of glances we didn’t notice.
Now we are still in the world of Paradox,
Collecting moments in a box of life,
Believing ours is not good,