Dear Sam

Mischief finds those that fly
from place to place and time to time,
Echoing through the chambers of our heart, we
beat on, against the current, racing minds and the
Organized chaos of us whirls round
and round and round
To stop,
Who knows where, why, and how
This discord will bind us or destroy
Yet either way, we anticipate
the outcome, despite
the drawbacks, we
stay.

But you're still lighting fires and I,
armed with lefty scissors,
still go
berserk
from time
to time.