Grasping the reins of destiny,
I mold my world to what I want it to be,
Internal ascension into the unknown,
Attuning myself to the power I hold.

Sparkling inside, radiates to my core,
My eyes shine,
My soul needs more.

Lifting of hands into the darkened sky,
I breathe in my fate, exhaling the lies,
Aware of Myself, aware of my soul,
I manifest power, I watch it unfold.

Construct of the purest, my frame is the tool,
At one with nature, and Her constant renewal,
Believing in Myself, I bow to no man,
Truth is the platform on which I stand.

Turn your thoughts inside, and there you'll find,
Harmony with self, harmony of mind,
Visions of knowledge, wisdom of old,
The power to break free from the programed mold.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Sarapin, in the year 260 AF.