Chance encounters brought by rain
A moments of solitude; Just us
Unknowing of what comes, what may
Of chances drawn; A lottery of fate.
Come what may, the spirits seek
Of moments truth once sought, of be
To shall you will of what has been
A melody of scenes, of future held.
Will or shall is but a debate of late,
Unknown yet bets are made, 10 to 3.
Gamble all they may despite the known,
Wins are bleak, and losses are inevitable.
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