Kismet

 

On a slow burn since your kiss met this kismet

Let it all churn, as I search along the breadth

Of the choices we made, and the way to proceed

Too little too late, or just what we need?

 

Do you know how I know this is huge?

I’ve been doing just fine since I last saw you

‘Cause the way that I deal with the heaviest things

Is a stone-faced acceptance of “it is what it is”

No bubbling furry, no pangs of regret

No guilt and no worry, no shortness of breath

No consuming obsession, no quickness of words

Just here in this moment, and here in two worlds

 

And I want it again, but I’m fine if it’s not

But I’ll lose all my sense if I’m given the thought

I’m too shocked to move and I’m too locked to stop

And I’m lost in the moment, but I’m racing the clock

Afraid if we shifted, it would make it more true

So we’re awkward, and sideways, and perfect –and you

And I’m proud that I battled the coward I am

But disgusted that I want to do it again

 

And how is it that I’m so callous and cold

That I’m chanting that “fortune favors the bold”

So I’m grasping at ghosts, trying to relive the day

That I gained so much when I threw it all away