you cannot escape your own history
no matter how vaguely defined
so much of your fate's predetermined
fore-ordained and sealed and signed
your freedom is found in the margins
the details, like accents, are yours
the hallways and rooms aren't choices
only the selection of doors
and as each one reveals a new facet
the destination remains all the same
the moment is yours if you catch it
but it's only your part in the game
so lament not the lightning fandango
nor complain with the sound of your voice
forget not your miraculous blessing
and that coming here wasn't your choice
stephenhsmith
23sept2006
