For the moments that own me,
For the moments — away from my game zone.
I will stand against you;
Against this screeching moan.
I am done with your noises,
I am done being atoned.
I have a designated path.
I've now understood that I have to walk alone.
Many events have scarred my back—

Like a tree with withered shingles of age.
One can see the blame and the shame.
Without me to err, this world shuns my name.

I am resolute, I am resolve—
I am now up and above,
Away from this untuned world’s jingles,
Away from anything that twinkles.

Shimmers and the shine—
I don't owe them a penny or a dime.
I owe myself to the rhythm divine.
I am determined.
I will make my comeback,
Piercing the veil, breaking the shackles.

This world will celebrate me with booming crackers.
Yes — with booming crackers.