Every morning, I wake and wonder,
Is it over? Will I ever find the answer?
These last few months, so deeply spiritual,
Clues about us, a thread ethereal.
I've asked those close, seeking wisdom true,
"What would you do?" Yet none seem to know,
They say, "Trust the signs, don't ignore the view,
It seems like fate is weaving something new."
She blocked my number, but what does that mean?
"Is she still following you?" they ask, serene.
"Yeah," I reply, "but why, I can't glean,
This connection's a puzzle, an unseen machine."
I tried to pull away, but love's a stubborn vine,
Each attempt feels wrong, though the karma's fine.
I can't explain it, the spirits align,
Watching over us, in patterns divine.
They say, "You're meant to be, give it time,
Trust in the journey, let the spirits chime."
So I'm trying to trust, let the energy flow,
Guided by forces only the heart can know.
