Adrift In the Wind

There is too much ancestry coursing my soul
  to do me any real good

To live in a cave on a deserted island
  my destiny best understood

Success once achieved is cast far aside
  its burden to hamper my play

Genealogy stalks and preys as it looms
  to darken those brightest of days

Each block lay unstacked as I run off again
  my freedom left calling within

My soul unattached to the gifts I step over
 —all fame left adrift in the wind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)