Crack Upon the Ground

Sitting on a bench so stiff, a crack beneath my feet,
Journeys across a path to walk, a path made of concrete.

Destiny plays a wondrous game should these feet ever greet
To know a crack upon the ground could make a match so sweet.

Dodge and twist through cluttered ground, find someone else to meet,
Ending upon a pair of shoes inside a pair of feet.

What's in store should I ignore and look the other way?
Nothing more, the same old boring each and every day.