These animations that color moving movements Moments of fractured memories.
The actions that ripple effects through lives I have not seen nor felt And the feelings buried beneath emotional trauma Have become what I, regretfully have accepted, as the essence of my soul.
Yet
The destiny of Today belongs to no owner Today I no slave to the devastations of Yesterday's transgressions The future of Yesterday belongs in Today's discovery.
And the story of I, an unwritten, unheard, and undiscovered poem Of a dismal character, hidden within, a narcissistic entity Is a mirrored image of my soul That has yet to be dipped in an once of ink.
I know not what these chapters have in store for me I know not the ending of my poem But NEVER From this point forward Will allow the chapters of Yesterday to curve my pen.
These words are my words, and mine alone. I am the God of my destiny I am the Creator of my own fate.