In the beginning — a story was born,
and the child — became — another mouth to feed.
His lot — his place — in life — was set,
whether he consciously made the choice — or not.
As he grew — his physical weight — forever fluctuating,
was the Earth’s burden to bear — the burden,
a gravitational equation.
Born with a will — an innate trait — he survived many a power play,
manipulating others with clever maneuvers — win, lose or draw.
His works — not original — but hand-me-downs — reproduced
for the sake of posterity — giving him — a sense of self-worth.
Aware — was he — of a certain personal freedom ,
daring him to express it — in action — in thought — in private
conversations with himself — and his God.