I exist

In the subtle rhythms

The periphery of perception

In gentle sea breezes

And silky laughter 

In the dance of falling leaves

And dreams I lust after.

I construct my reality

And engineer my freedom

I give life to my own paradise.

What I dream I can devise

I own my time

And my thoughts

All else can be stripped at any moment.

I will create withstanding value

That shall endure the test of time

And only grow by daily nurture

For in the tiny habits of who we are

We birth our lives.