Through The Ages
I was a twinkle in my father’s eye
I was love, made
I was life, encased in a living tomb
I was a child, raised up by a village
I am growth, constant
I am knowledge, seeking
I am a vessel for anything God chooses to gift me with
An open chalice always full of the soul my heart beats with
I am a swirling, tumultuous nebula, yearning
For stardom among the greats
I will be the fuel of my own momentum
I will be a voice heard above the cacophony
I will be a voice heard in a chorus harmoniously
Singing for a steady, true progress
Why stop when all of us (together) can improve, endlessly?
I will seek, I will find, I will grow, I will love
I will always be
Me
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