When I was a king <br />With the need <br />Or commitment <br />Or challenge <br />With notes and critiques <br />Of these philosophies <br />The whole day and night was mine <br />To dream <br />To be of ecstasy <br />To float <br />And create <br />These passing images <br />That proliferate <br />My whole being <br /> <br />But now <br />Committed to master <br />These eccentric <br />And epoch finders <br />I am a trembling student <br />Only anticipating <br />The first sound of the bell <br />Cracking, breaking and splitting as a lightening <br />The pitched dark sky <br />Short or long.<br /><br />Ponniah Ganeshan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-the-crack-break-and-splits/
