Coincidence

Signs

Those that aligned

As if we had a plan

A predefined design 

And all this this self work

Is perhaps a bias, one of a kind

Sweet berries, moving sunlight

Ivy creeps upon coffee shops

Lilies reflecting the moonlight

And the questions unwind

And the answers rewind 

So we see the signs

The ones, we most certainly want to

And those, that could even align

Had already creeped up just fine

On our helpless, caffeinated minds.

 

-Al