It’s part of my life;
Cannot be ignored.
I saw the sky open and followed a voice.
Not my choice, but had the feeling of inevitability.
Where would it lead me?
A cold finger touched my headline
And dread despair
Flew through my frame.
Was this benevolent or malevolent?
I could not name.
Not all men are the same.
Some ambitious, some capricious in nature.
But all seek fame.
Why I ask?
All men are equal, but to what their task?