I don't know if it is the swing of life
Or the brisk of adversity that finally made me alive
Is it the madness of the rage that embroils my soul
Or is it the beauty of the crackling dawn that knows its radiating goal

Oh, to be stargazed as a thing of beauty that cherishes the mirth of glee
Oh, how joyous it is to embrace wilderness and run free
I can sense the call of the metamorphosis that is undeniable in its quiet reckoning 
Where the winter finally thaws in, and the summer starts to sing

Elapsing the stellar time, I live each as it comes
I attempt to be the moon, but I hold the passion that burns alive like the thousand splendid suns
Oh boy, how liberating it is to finally live for thee
To bathe in the eternal stream, to dive into the depths of poetry
 
Truth stirs deep, and I don't know what the future holds 
But the present stance holds beauty that belies being untold
I dance in the radiant cacophonies of the crackling dawn
Embracing the air of metamorphosis, I let go of the versions of me long gone.

Meet me at the ends of the waters of adversity, as I now beckon to reach the shore 
One where my heart lies in solace, and all I love is the core.
May every endeavour I take find me in eternal glee.
May the ones who dull my spark never find me

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