In the wilderness of the great ocean
Lies a secret script of the Fate of Man
Sealed in the silence of tidal motion
In dissimulation of the opprobrious plan
Harboring the secrecy of the Age of Man
That gods so have kept to themselves alone.
The Ages of Man, the Plays of Man
On the Stages of Acts in Humanity –
Those gods wrote and watched for fun
In the theater of Comedy and Tragedy
As the Wheel of Fortune decided what
Would be played the next, and whatnot.
The heart of the ocean sends a pulse thru me
Of the secret hidden in the watery main
With the sunny breeze that pushed Odyssey
To sail forth against the forces of the divine
To find and write a new Age of Man to witness
The victory between the Scylla and Charybdis.
P.S.: This is a poem written out of my existential crisis in the reflection of Herodutus’s theory of the Age of Man. I am not a fatalist but a believer of luck as Shakespeare was. I believe that time and chance are what ascribe to the fulfillment of your ends in life or for the nonce. Didn’t Thomas Alba Edison also corroborate that a genius is made of 1 percent of ingenuity and 99 percent of efforts? I want to embark on an Odyssey to claim my own destiny.