All That Is.

Awaken to the sense,

Of all that I am.

Times lost then,

Now where it began.

Aware of all that is.

To one day be.

As all of this,

Becomes a part of me.

Completed by only what,

Could break me apart.

Left only a bad end,

When I chose to start.

Chose to be something,

Never seen before.

Perfection maybe not,

But something so much more.

A piece of my puzzle,

Not yet put in place.

A picture with only,

Light upon your face.