Reading that newspaper
oblivious to my luck
Tears fell on my shoulder
As I looked up

running to hide
it found me
As soon as it did—I had no choice to but to permit
This foreseen encounter

That London rain
Took me away
To a place
of no fray

As I almost immediately realized
It was better than I’d goad to have considered

Bluntly speaking
It was better than my sneaking

It was real
It made me reflect
The first time I had chosen to feel

After I knew
My life was premeditated
I decided I would be who I want to

Not who I was supposed
To have been