In the lap of the gods
I sit,
With those
Who came before,
Those yet to come,
I sit
In the sea of history.
History,
Destiny,
Not just a rhyme,
But an intertwine,
The ever flowing river
The sky
To the sea,
To the sky again.
Here I sit,
Here I can know,
Not be mere flotsam,
But the tide,
The current,
The flow,
The master of destiny.
