Well?!?

In the great expanse where stardust swirls,
My soul floats amid nebular pearls.
Born from chaos, a spark in the night,
So here I be, awaiting the fight.
O universe, with your boundless grace,
You gathered my atoms, bestowed my place.
But in the grand design, so wild and free,
What do you owe, what is due unto me?
I tread on pulses of ancient light,
Wander through shadows, chase beams in flight.
Each breath a whisper, each heartbeat a thrill,
Is there a debt, a contract to fulfill?
The galaxies dance, their secrets unspin.
While I bide my time, about to begin​.
But is my lot to be flicker or flame;
How do you foresee my roll in the game?
For each dark moment, ev’ry tear I’ll shed,
In the weight of your silence, I feel dread.
I reach for an answer, not in anger or spite,
But to claim my existence, to bask in the light.
So hear my call, as I rise from the dust,
Forcing my presence, for success or bust.
In the cosmic tapestry, complex and vast,
May the firmament grant me a thread that lasts.

© 2025, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved. (1952)