A man of such innate propensities and plethora of talents should never be a slave. But life is many things, and men who bleed and die are only puppets of its mysteries. The ways of nature are never accustomed to the dance of mere beings. They follow; it rules; that is the rule. So, the man on the porch has to choose either to succumb to what time has cornered him into or to give in to his pride and let the door stay shut. It would just take a knock!
Not all men are bearers of fortitude. It takes strength to decide and stake one's fate on the blindness of the other side merely because a sense of twinkle dwells within. Thus, it would be an understatement to say that he had come a long way. The minute hand is probably tired of counting his steps since the day he left for the journey. And now here he is, a knock away from his destiny. But his arm and soul are at the moment heavy, having to lay his all onto another's palms. Having to give up himself to the arms of his master, the CHOICE.

© Ommie