I am change, 

the breaker free of chains.

I am my own benchmark, 

my mountain ridge from which to fling my mortal self 

and let the wind rush 

its drummers thrash  

I am free on wings, 

and rise above the sleeping drones of working days 

and life all missed 

all moments lost, 

for you, 

or him, 

or her, 

or they,

for pension time, 

then silent death, 

all too too quick, 

and no mark left. 

That’s not for me.

This time I have is mine 

And I do claim it. 

And from this entrepreneurial spark I fire my destiny

not yours, or his, or her, or they,

it’s mine this time I make, 

this business that I toil to grow, 

my dream, 

my vision, 

my life long flame.

13 August 2014