It happened again this morning A random glance at the day A temporal reoccurrence When it happens It's always the same Coincidence, fate or magic In as much as it could just be me Whatever force compelling My time is revealed to me Is this time meant for me I must know Will this be my time For so long now It's been with me From the time I was sixteen With frequent style Or just once in a while A comforting place in the day With chronographic consistence In this dreamscape or Bright light of day Just a chance Visual confirmation But I know what my time will be It just might be my time But that would be Just fine with me