Though I often fall face down to the earthly lesson

Yet I’m still rising high with this head held up

Gazed to the infinite skies of discovery

The horizon calling out for my path to recovery

and divine power of wisdom over oneself

That I’ve forever sought to reclaim

To curb the dark and dread of the ego

Humbled by the unassuming grace of the land

Cure myself of destructive thought and habit

Healing the scars of the past

I bridge the tips of my timeline and fill the script

As I cut myself loose from regressive stagnation

I brace myself to bear witness to my recreation

I hereon embrace the pull of my willpower

The resurrection of my imagination is rinsed from the ashes

I rise on