Destiny

Even the tiniest speck of dust
is an integral gear
in this system of ours.

His purpose is to float on currents in the wind,
and to rest sometimes
on my fingertip.

Even he
wonders what he's for,
and who is guiding him.

We once were Chimpanzees, 
Now houses are our trees: 
Windows displace light,
More gently than the leaves. 

We’ve conquered Earth, 
Our place of birth, 
But why should we stop there? 
When we could climb aboard our ships,
And conquer everywhere. 

We are the mighty Human Race, 
Paint your eyes and shave your face, 
Dream of stars and dream of space, 
In ways that monkeys can’t conceive.