And yet we know Coincidence is in what the beholder beholds If everything happens for a reason, then nothing unfolds Without design The pattern is quiet It waits to be seen A thread through the ordinary A pulse in between What looks like an accident May only be timed The meaning arrives When the looking is kind And yet we know Coincidence is in what the beholder beholds If everything happens for a reason, then nothing unfolds Without design Not every crossing is written Not every sign is a law But some of them turn When you finally saw The reason is hidden Until it is held The design is completed By the one who beheld And yet we know Coincidence is in what the beholder beholds If everything happens for a reason, then nothing unfolds Without design... [Insane beat drop emotional] [Mesmerizing section - insanely fast rap flow, emotional ] Behold the beholding, the folding, the holding The gold in the ordinary quietly unfolding A sign in the silence, a line in the living A reason arriving the moment you’re giving The glance that completes what the accident started The chance that was waiting to finally be hearted Design in the drift and the drift in the seeing The meaning was missing until you gave it meaning Thread through the threshold, the thin place, the thin thought The “almost” that wasn’t, the “never” that then caught Coincidence isn’t the world being clever It’s you finally noticing you were there together The pattern was patient, the pulse was precise The reason was hidden inside the disguise No random remaining once looking is true The design was completed the moment it knew You And yet we know Coincidence is in what the beholder beholds If everything happens for a reason, then nothing unfolds Without design
