Once more I find myself pre-occupied with waiting
as though an answer to an important question will soon be answered
but I have no idea what question or what answer
yet I sit here anticipating something that feels inevitable
something that neither I nor fate will change
destiny seems to idyllic a term…a term meant only for greatness
men and women whom had led others to battle their countries foes
men and women whom had written or created great works of art
but what of a simple man as I… am I entitled to a destiny
to be written of by other men for the life I had lived
and lives that I had touched on my tortured journey?
or is destiny to idyllic a term for a simple man as I ?
