We are the place where the timeline split
Where reality chose a new path
We are the point where what if grows wings
And soars to the place called what is
We are the askers, the makers, the choosers
The weight of our fate is our own
Whatever we are or might once have been
Only the mirror can name.

©Sonja Torres 2002


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