Is who I am who I was meant to be?
Was I implanted with a destiny
My course of life’s intended to fulfill
According to some supernatural will?
Is there some hidden implicate design
With which my soul’s expected to align?
If so, then I suppose my calling is
To do what I am doing writing this.
For years now I’ve begun most every day
Discovering what the Muse would have me say
And capturing it in verse that makes a song
Precisely fourteen lines of iambs long.
The evidence of this is plainly here:
That I’m essentially a sonneteer.