Destiny or Breeze

© 01/21, 30/2002 Dennis L. Pickering Is there a thing called destiny? Or do we just float on a breeze? Maybe it’s a little of both And it matters not if we sneeze. Destiny’s rolled up all around People’s belief in religion. Or maybe someone else’s mound We believe more than a smidgeon. We have been told enlightenment Is the way that we are to go. However, it seems to me that Enlighteners just want your gold. For augmenting their coffers And care little concerning you Enlighteners just want you to Confer to them with no return. Because that seems to be their trap Two thousand two years on the snap Getting the keen, expectant sap With this dubious “bliss” contract. The “breeze” is more digestible Because it has much more meaning. Though foreign on your vestibule The “breeze” enriches your preening. Yes, it seems to me we’re floating Arbitrarily on this “breeze” As a loose birds feather’s boating Navigating upon life's seas You’ll notice that it has a path That it has fixed on it’s behalf And it will land right at your feet Seeking an existence replete. With all the things that you can grasp That you can polish with your rasp Or something softer than that rasp That you do keep within your grasp. FINIS Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 09:36 AM PST, Dennis Pickering   17 • 0 • 10