There was no beginning,
Nor there seem to be an ending,
Parallel as they go,
Analogous is what they seem.
Born to weather the storms,
Smelted to carry the weight,
Bolted to follow a definite path,
Chiseled to reduce the frictions wrath.
Destined to never meet,
Designed to never quiver,
But, fate has its own free spirit,
And never follows a script.
At the first junction,
Their paths crisscross,
A few seconds is what they got,
Hitting them like a dart.
Bringing a new face to the fore
Changing lives evermore
Miles they go for the next intersection,
Eagerly waiting for new perceptions.