Watching from a tower, The ticking hands of time Determine if I stay, and where I go. Through a myriad array of sparkling schemes, I decided to live my life as if it were a dream. Drifting stars swaying amidst nebulous winds, Indicate a day will come for man to shine, And I would show them the way, By not focusing on the value of a dime. Had I not left, and lost so many years, I would not have been given The opportunity to dispense words Men would treasure, And consider kernels of wisdom. The Lord, I imagine, Sits patiently on a lofty golden throne, Gazing from a castle suspended Among softly billowing clouds, Tranquility waiting for man to touch His tender loving outstretched hand, Thereby knowing he has become The measure of what it means To be a full-fledged man