Running through the hallways of time of myself,
I run to the sound of both my beating heart and beating mind.
Flying through the shelves of papers, books, and dust of knowledge,
I fly to the steady wind that is my anticipation.
Pounding through the roadblocks of disorder and chaos,
I ply from the chains that hold me down.
Zagging and entering through the doors of opportunities and chances,
I mold my ever changing soul.