in the soft breeze between
my ear and my pillow i hear
the distant march of destiny.

one, two, one, two, three, four,.
forward always, without thought
march, one, two, three, four…

one, two,
let us follow what destiny has prepared
one foot in front of the other
accepting our place
unreachable for being only ours
undesirable for being only destiny
three, four.

eyes forward
without distractions
only fulfilling what is already written
orders direct from on-high
from those who can distinguish
among those who here deserve
and those who will always follow
one, two, three, four.

breaking rank they found me
following fog among rose bushes
listening to water run through the earth
trapping smiles in vessels full of tears
conjuring demons from holy altars
not understanding my discipline

not knowing myself
that i simply followed orders
from destiny
…three, four…

as i close my eyes tonight
murmuring still in my ears
the soft march of destiny
the one i plan not to follow
and so fulfill my orders
without routine distractions.