Our fates await us today
Or another day, perhaps
Well, we've got to do something

Necessity is a mother

Let's run away
If nothing else we'll have a change of scenery
At least that's something
We'll get coffee
We'll grow the stuff if we have to
We'll feed our neighbors dog until it favors us over anyone else
Then it will be our dog
But we won't have to clean up after it

Or lets stay right here
We'll build walls
We'll not let anyone in, ever
We'll have our own island and it can be surrounded by sharks
and electric jellyfish
We won't get hurt or listen to so many wildly ignorant people,
Because we'll only listen to each other

Maybe what we need is balance,
like that of an alley cat
Or a circus performer

Ugh.
Let's just do what happens.