In that moment
When fate and I collided
Like an eightwheeler hitting a smartcar
I should have been destroyed
But there I sat
In the driver's seat
With only bruises as proof.
Was it you who took the force of the blow?
Who decided that I should be left unscathed ?
Do I have some greater purpose or am I just being toyed with?
Tell me
Did I die there
Or only a small fragment
of who I use to be ?
