The Author of My Fate He walks the path of the Single Life, Unanchored, guarded, and apart, He builds a wall against the strife To shield his hesitant, holding heart. He clings to shadows in the dark, And waits for time to set him free, While trying to suppress the spark Of what he fears that we could be. But I aspire to higher ground, Above the mixed and muted keys, Where absolute alignment's found And power bends the ancient trees. I will not wait for veils to fall, Or shri