Let Go.

You are sitting in a crowd, consumed in your own thoughts,
desperately trying to make sense of the past;
too inconsequential, people may say,
but a closure you demand.

Maybe it's right before you,
only you choose to look away;
The reasons and explanations, 
too contradictory to your world of make believe; 

In constant conflict with reality, 
you wish to see the bigger picture;
If everything happens for a reason, 
why all those you listed, don't convince?

Can strangers evolve to mean more than life,
only to play havoc in yours?
Were you meant to be strangers?
Did you in defiance bring it on yourself?

"What happens, happens for good!"
So you've been constantly told; 
what good did it bring to you? 
When in the end all it brought was hurt.

But then Girl just remember what you are worth, 
No nobody can make you doubt yourself;
But if and when your sine curve hits a low,
We can have our talk and make mystical sense;

You look for answers,
or perhaps just anything that puts you at peace;
It's not worth it, Let Go!
It is not you who lost anyway.