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Destination


I was packing for a particular destination
But I ended up elsewhere,
I wasn’t expecting this new destination
But I have ended up here.

I was on a road going to a destination
But it swerved and crashed,
I wasn’t expecting this new destination
But I have ended up here.

I was making plans and dreams
But they have lost and died.
I wasn’t expecting this new destination
But I have ended up here.

I am lost in this new destination
I have ended up here, without a choice.
I wasn’t expecting this new destination
But now I must accept this new place.



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