Fool’s Destiny

This all began with hope and passion, 
a fool's form of courage.
Nothing more than a daydreaming
boy content with the too few coins
rattling in his pocket,
confined to live in grown-up clothes
that never really fit.

I'm not a long-term bet,
on that we should agree.
Even so, watching the desert storm
encase me in darkening fog
like a snake in need of one more taste,
I stare deep into the infinity of nothing
wondering if it could be destiny
tugging on my soul.