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The Book of Accidents
2024 Poetry Project — #9
the truth is that i don’t know
where the road leads —
wish i did, wish i could —
but everything’s an accident.
you have your star,
and i have my stories —
and maybe that’s all right
for some scheme of meaning.
i was pulled this way and that,
so much bending to the wills —
and my plans were wrecked
over and over and over again.
no one really knows me,
not really —
and no one ever tries
to find the me behind the curtain.
i can’t sing worth a damn,
and i can’t strut like a peacock,
and i could never win your heart —
but that’s all right, i guess.
it’s an eternal book of accidents
because i saw your name
on someone else’s sleeve —
and i thought it meant something.
you’ll be happy, you know,
if you just choose this path —
and fate would behold you to do it…
