Adrift In The Wind

There is too much ancestry coursing my soul

 to do me any real good

 

To live in a cave on a deserted island

 my destiny best understood

 

Success once achieved is cast far aside

 its burden to hamper my play

 

Genealogy stalks and preys as it looms

 to darken those brightest of days

 

Each block lay unstacked as I run off again

 my freedom left calling within

 

My soul unattached to the gifts I step over

 —all fame left adrift in the wind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

 

 

 

 

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