It May Be True

I am left with the thought

That 

All things have a time

And a place

When I was seven

I knew nothing

Actually that’s a lie

I knew movement

I knew the stillness of

The heart

The isolation that 

Accompanies it

I didn’t know 

A lot

More

About anything

About everything 

About the paths I would walk

How could I know?

And I am often against

Fate

As an idea

A set timeline

A tether to destiny

But

I am starting to think it may 

Be true

Mostly 

Because the time

And the place

Are never wrong

Isn’t that a thought?