I can’t go back
And discover
The way,
It’d be easier
To retrace
My footsteps in rain.
This globe
Is mapped
By lines of Fate—
Not always visible,
Not always straight.
You want straight?
Try highways, roads
Or railway lines –
But walkers skirt
Ponds and moats
And so did I.
Avoiding water traps
I stayed dry,
Until I drowned
In the depths of your eyes.
So now I don't regret
The ways I choose
Since every wrong turn
Leads back to you.