Every day I awake to a blank slate

Upon which the hieroglyphics of fate

Make their mark and spark a reaction 

In me. Nature or Nurture? Genetics

Or the Environment? Heaven sent?

Written in the stars? Twisted by chance?

Let us make the best of it, let us inject some zest in it,

Reach for the stars, be kind: reject

Inshallah, God's will, no better excuse

For abominations than 'just obeying orders'.

Free will means the responsibility is ours

For how we spend the days, minutes, hours 

We live. For how we treat our sisters, brothers,

Strangers, children, lovers, will mark 

How we choose to utilise our gifts

Of genetics and of home to decorate 

Our journey into the outer reaches of eternity.