I look inside my head, seeking secrets of my future
Yet as far as the eye can see is a canvas
A dazzling abyss of purity
I hear voice echoing in the distance
A paradox, repeated every time the same
But meaning altered every time
Falling of the edge of reality
Into a sea of uncharted waters
As I sway in the liquified solid
I realize I am pen, and the canvas the expanse of my future
I realize the future is at my fingertips
Praise the canvas of the future.

You can do anything you set your mind too.
-Abhay