Who are we to question
if it was fate that brought us here.
Kismet, destiny whatever word suits,
we are bound to our future I fear.
Given a fork in the road of life
we choose to go east or west
if that turn brings us together
who’s to say it’s not for the best.
Everything happens for a reason
the answer should be our quest.
I'm waiting on the Eastern forked road,
hoping that you do not choose west.