A coincidence is life's free will,
The freedom of the present,
It makes what is what was last year,
And what was from yet to come.
The future is what is to be,
The past is what has been,
But still to turn them front to back
Is what to expect, of course.
Again and again coincidence strikes,
And pilfers from the wishing,
Graffiti over expectancy, so sudden and crude,
Yet a beauty to our luck.
The freedom of the present,
It makes what is what was last year,
And what was from yet to come.
The future is what is to be,
The past is what has been,
But still to turn them front to back
Is what to expect, of course.
Again and again coincidence strikes,
And pilfers from the wishing,
Graffiti over expectancy, so sudden and crude,
Yet a beauty to our luck.
