Hide and go Seek Yourself Out


Destiny's a fickle date; you can dance and dance and dance all night,
tip toe tap tap tap your feet and waltz jagged lines until your soles bleed,
dance one direction then off in another trailing ****** footprints,
evidence of where you've been - a hint at where you'll go,
it's never so simple though, is it?

Maybe your date never wanted to go to the ball,
maybe you took her out on a picnic,
rolling green hills and a sunset,
"oh oh oh no" though, "no no no" she says,
Destiny, Destiny - she throws you for a loop,
Hooks, jabs, cancer, unemployment, all thrown the same way by she that crazy ***** Destiny,
but that's OK you roll with the proverbial punches,
duck, bob and weave your way through life to make it to your end goal of bedding Destiny!

or did you?

You could do it all right and still not get her, not meet expectations,
a long night with lustful, kissless lips longing for Destiny.

Nothing is certain.

Nothing is certain but that the night will end,
and when it does where will you be?
Will it be where you wanted to be?
Does it matter?

Of course not; because wherever you will be you will be with your Destiny.