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?
or just somewhere to rent?
Written in the stars? Or, twisted by chance?

Let us make the best of it,
let us inject some zest into 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. Free Will or how we treat our sisters, brothers,
strangers, children, lovers, will mark
how we choose to utilise our gifts
of genetics and of intelligence to decorate
our journey into the outer reaches of eternity.

A new human being is all. Every single day:
not doing, not making, with nothing to recall
except high windows in an empty hall,
arriving and departing, all of life, spent in free-fall.