Many fine years I spent filtering the dark,
Postponing real time, always too stark.
Until my clock ceased to measure the day,
Unleashing my own darkness I did pray.
With courage you pulled back the aqua sea,
To move more gracefully, among the free.
Many year I spent not being very
productive. Until the day where I realized
I was getting no where. I began to work
harder and grew more forceful
which made me more free.