Harbinger Of Fate
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David Harris
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In the roads we travel,
our destination is always
a tiny speck on the horizon
where it meets the greeting dawn.
Many of the roads we travel down
a harbinger of fate waits for us there
to change our destiny
from the one we have chosen.
They stand a hitchhiker
along the lonely miles
waiting for us to stop
to give them a lift.
Stopping will be our fate decided
before our destination met.
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