Leaping out from all reasons,
I am morphing into mystic fusion…
What is the past? Now, getting the vision,
It is all about my heap of decisions.
I am on embark of life’s abduction,
I need to dissolve its mystic version.
I know I must perform the time's direction,
I am attuning silently, its restriction.
Gushing up out of the mundane constitution,
I am carving myself through evanesced lesson.