I’m creating reality with each step I take;
life’s projector is always, on going;
from my successes and every mistake;
my soul’s energy keeps on growing.
I am the book of life on the shelf;
to the energies of Light, refracting;
living the pages, I’m writing myself;
to all other’s lives; reacting.
I am most always that person I choose;
whether I’m right or I’m wrong;
whether I win; or whether I lose;
I certainly don’t go along.
I always write my own script in my book;
I’m the author of my own life’s play;
I usually decide how I wish to look;
and everything I want to say.
Originally, told when to enter life’s stage;
I shunned all direction, thereafter;
whatever situation in which I’d engage;
I was to blame for my every disaster.
I took myself where I wanted to go;
what I’ve done, was always by choice;
I’ve taught myself what I wanted to know;
and I’ve spoken with my own voice.
I can’t share blame for each turn I took;
I’m not a baby crawling on all fours;
for I am the author of my whole book;
and you are the author of yours.