Destiny
I'm getting tired of life where people tell me ‘Shut your mouth’;
Where North is where we should be heading as we’re heading South;
I'm tired of life that's lived by all except, of course, by me;
I'm tired, that is, till closer look and imitation see –An imitation of my actions, not my cheap advice;
An imitation which is copied freehand –still it's nice;
An imitation wired right in to how I've lived till now;
An imitation trailing just behind this little scow.So who can blame them, copy-cats are we throughout our days;
I tried the best I could yet copied other people's ways;
I'm living out of results of actions, chosen long ago –
Some good, some bad, some in between – results I could not know.“Don't go that route” is fine to say, but very hard to live;
“Take my advice” is hard to hear, much easier to give;
“I wish I had not gone this way” and “Do not follow me”
Is well and good, but folks are wired to copy what they see.So in the South I live my life hemmed in by “How it's done”;
Constrained by choices made by folks whose god is ‘number one’;
I must admit it's very nice, I little hassle have,
For bumps and scrapes which do emerge, there's many kinds of salve.But that's the point – protected life that's buffered makes one soft,
Like Scribbles in his hutch re-viewing life up in his loft;
No good – I want to run across the prairie wild and free –
Dodge wolves, and coyotes, snakes, and eagles...chasing...after...Well.... maybe that's a bit too strong, such life without constraint;
More “Freedom from the limitations” is the life I paint;
But somehow I am more a chicken strutting in my coop,
Whose destiny's more civilized – “Soul-Feeding-Chicken-Soup”.navigation