Dear Destiny

Is it warranted, is it necessary?
what is the question, and what is the answer?
shaking boots and laughing buffalo
stampeding the grasslands for water
and to find the perfect spot of sun
to lay down and feel that perfect warmth

Is it your laughter, is it the story inside us all?
is it the fall of evil, or the collapse of the walls?
a thousand scarecrows marching to the drums
played from the farmers empty barn
and the barnacles attached to the bottom
of such old ships out at sea

Is it love, is it some sort of powder?
where is the conductor, and where is the choir?
a tortoise and a hare racing for the shore
the birds and the bees, and the conversations
between them and the earth's oldest trees
a sudden signature flicked onto empty pages

Dear destiny,
where have you taken me
and why do you record history
love,
simple necessities

Is it the simple mind, or the deep scars?
is it the toxic pollen, or the drinks at the bar?
a movement to find something different
maybe a mix of tragedy and triumph
so we take the wheel and we drive
to find destiny so that she may be revived