I know within my deepest heart that my life begins today;
it’s me who gets to write the script and direct it along its way.
I’ll choose what colour horse I ride and the colour of my hat;
it’s me who’ll make me good or bad and even thin or fat.
I have the choice to make me strong or weak of will and heart;
there’s no one else makes choices of the ending or the start.
So what I build tomorrow – the creation of my mind,
and a surprise for all of us; I wonder what we’ll find?

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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