Charcoal Outlines Poem by Sean Powers

If you've ever seen the city limits,
Painted in charcoal grey.
You've probably been an outline,
Drawn in a background sort of way.

I feel like I misinterpret,
The things that people say.
And try to make them coincide,
With what I would try to portray.

What would I tell the world,
That they don't already know.
Except that I'm not infallible,
But I'm willing to change and grow.

I disagree with coincidence,
And I don't believe in fate.
But if chance encounter does occur,
I will not hesitate.