before making Its way down to Earth,
does the Soul know if it will embody
a master or a dabbler?
one for whom
destiny is crystal clear
while for the other,
purpose is a vague, elusive idea?
the master is crafted for a particular task;
the dabbler meanders-
no set directive or path.
is one gifted,
the other cursed?
the other trifling?
simply the story of a Life,
the lyrics of a Soul’s unique song.