My self-contained destiny is expressed in every moment eternally.
I bask in all pervading, pre-conceptual valley of truth.

My days never end,
Seldom do I ever see the night.

Except when I let the darkness of my own soul
Consume my thoughts on the walk through the
Treacherous doubt of uncertainty.

My will is my own.

Power is hoarded.
Waiting to be expressed and impressed into the
Atomic structure of a construct, that must of
Been so elusive to deny me even a momentary pleasure
To express joy in the moment.

I aim to capture all positivity
Into the scope of intent.
Purified by the passion
That fuels my direction
To seek out experiences that are meaningful to me.