Architect of Ability

I exist

In the subtle rhythms

The periphery of perception

In gentle sea breezes

And silky laughter 

In the dance of falling leaves

And dreams I lust after.

I construct my reality

And engineer my freedom

I give life to my own paradise.

What I dream I can devise

I own my time

And my thoughts

All else can be stripped at any moment.

I will create withstanding value

That shall endure the test of time

And only grow by daily nurture

For in the tiny habits of who we are

We birth our lives.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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