Or in both, bizarrely enough, since
Our decisions are mysterious,
Still, to us. Above the interstate,
In the gaps of the chain-link fencing
On a pedestrian overpass,
Someone has inserted plastic cups,
The brightly colored kind for parties,
So that they form the message, Good Luck
EHS & J. Presumably,
EHS & J are leaving town,
Although maybe HS means High School,
And this was for a sporting event.
Or maybe they’re just married, maybe
They’re missionaries, being Utahns.
In any event, luck’s a third thing
To believe in, with free will and fate.
All three at once, no contradictions.
You’re responsible for what you chose.
You choose what you were fated to choose.
You chose your fate, and luck decided.
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