A Random Friday Thought

The game is Destiny; The rules: Desire... We play, sometimes forever Fire eyed, free wheeling searchers In a world going Nova Take random rushes into Kismet Where Ecstacy watches with a mirror. Have a care, love; We are but statues In your smokey rooms of chance design Full to overflowing With Nickelodeon ghosts Dancing cheek to cheek In a faded Blue Movie... Each one no longer casting shadows, Speaking softly in the warm darkness Of all the unkept promises... As children share their own dreams In the sunshine of the living. And all will finally have to choose Where lives that middle timbre Almost touched... In the voices set down between the lines Beyond the thinning veneer of chivalry - For that, of everything ever held dear Is mine to own Mine to hear... Unless I truly am a child And got the words confused....