i don’t believe
in fate
and i find
coincidence to be
exactly that

the list of things
i wish i believed in
compared to what
i have seen as truth
is stark and desolate

but some days
the thing i wish
i believed in most
was myself
yet when i try to
figure out what i am
i see a smudge
leading me to question
if i am really real
or just a figment
of someone else’s
imagination