Epiphany in Blue

There are many destinies,
Some are manifest,
Some, though born, we detest.
And the ones we seek,
Or label ‘best.’
Are rarely the ones we attain.

So when I slipped in the fast lane,
Everything turned slow,
And I saw,
When you peel back the snow,
From the gash, ice will flow
And equanimity becomes impossible to maintain.