I say this without compunction
A labor of life intention
Form may be function
So is reinvention

To the battle with intuition
In a quest to redefine
Joy in work is the mission
When signing on the dotted line

How does one enter
A new world from the old
You have to find the center
And be courageous and bold

The actor owns the stage,
The warrior owns the blade
The poet owns the page
Where all there are made

Life has the clue for rebirth
A code of dots and dashes
To decrypt listen for you worth
And the phoenix will kiss the ashes