When I yawned
Waiting for the sun to rise
I was struck by the stars still in the sky
And I wondered that they were always there
Even when I considered the sky to be clear

Then I rose
From the bedroom of my dreams
Some remembered
Some forgotten I never seized
And I knew that tomorrow is yesterday
If I never put my steps to my thoughts today

So no more
Will I be waiting for sunrises
Let the moon be the light I use as my guide
And when the moon ain’t around
Let the light inside
Be enough to illuminate the path I must take

Unafraid of my power
I command my own fate
The power of life and death is in my hands
By God have I been made

I give birth to the thoughts that transform the world
I am the potter and reality’s the shape of my bowl
From the depths I will erupt from my own essence
And shake the earth with such destruction making way for my presence

When I yawned
I broke the cords of my childhood
And suddenly my spirit blossomed
Like I knew it would.

May 24, 2004