with my eyes turned heaven high i look up with present in hand and past on my back searching for the future to come the revelations pronounced to transpire formerly my life was desolate and cold now filled with the quest for significance and the strife for prosperity i sit here surrounded by those of destiny revealed with minds headstrong in guided strides wishing hoping that i one day may accomplish those visions unknown to me in deep thought about who i am what i am and what i want to be a vast void pervades my dwelling fleshly to quell those aspirations esteemed contending with mustard-yellow clouds suspended in a sea of grey ultimately proclaimed triumphant in this contention of consequence