in between, lingering

pondering the reason and purpose of my existence...

at what point do my choices become completely inconsequential,
only giving me the illusion of personal responsibility and
POWER?

who is in charge here?

I am not sure that it is me.

a feather is found only for another to find the same kind of feather.
“fly together,” it whispers in the wind.

this is not coincidence.

every step that I have taken
eventually made absolute sense in the end.
purpose was found even when I did not understand
any piece of its beginning.

I am lingering in between a path
that I think that I am walking
and one that has already been walked for me.

some call it destiny.

if I take back one thing
or want to erase several that I may regret,
everything is affected.
everything changes.

this is no longer my life.

so, I wake up and say thank you
to whoever is listening.
love the ones in my heart
and breathe the air that is given to me,
with no plans
only mere suggestions.

lingering.