Chasing Destiny

I gave you two words, simple like
lightning bugs chasing the storm,

And I told you the story of my eyes
as they chased their dancing lights

down a windingsnake of highway, never seeing the rain
over the plateau or the tree in the fork

of the road until I collided,
ass over teakettle with you.

Hold those words as gold,

as dew on a parched cactus, for
they are all I truly have to offer this world.


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