A day of reckoning

Today, I look back at my past till birth, and I wonder...

Who do I want to be?

The kite, soaring high
with a guiding tail of hangers-on
anchored to a playful hand
on the ground holding steel string


Or a rolling stone,
at intermittent strife with the ground,
facing destruction any second,
yet unfettered, hardly used


Not an easy choice, no...