Always in flux, never the samenThe whole world remade, again and againnSo much potential, waiting for menThe choice in my hands to decide what will bennFragments, patterns, half-dreamsnPotential, half-light, awakeningnImagine, connection, redemptionnBeginning, reshaping, remakingnnBrightness behind my eyes, soothing skinnA blessing made without a sound, a whisper withinnShadows fade and turn to dust, it comforts menShapes dissolve to integrate, formless and freen