The waves crashed on the shore,
and the land and sea were one.
I stood there,
at the edge of the world,
and looked out.
My mother is the Earth,
and my father is the Sky,
to them only do I belong.
The horizon stood out,
pink and orange making love,
as the sun went to sleep.
I walked forward,
a son of nature and future,
and grasped the horizon.
He is mine,
and only can he belong to me,
for that horizon was a gift.
A gift of the Sun,
and the Stars,
and the Moon.
All walks of life are behind me,
and I can hold the horizon,
that was designed for,
me,
in my hands.
I raise him up,
victorious,
and scream.
All is me,
and I can be everything,
and everything can be me.
The world no longer frightens me,
for I have captured him,
the horizon of myself,
and we will roam the world,
making our mark in life.
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