Not anyone's :
this is my life
it seeks not to impress
it must abide

in reverence
and conscience
in pursuit of beauty
and transcendence

my imperfections I know
and I struggle many a time
I fall and rise so often
but still seek the sublime

swiftly the hours will take their flight
and evening and dusk will too soon come:
if the day I've lived as my heart has dictated
I'll be filled with silent joy and restful calm.