Some simple destination

Sprinkling stardust on lost bastilles, with a heart of iron and nails of cotton. I'm a creator, a father, watching buds blossom and bloom, unfurling into great monuments of heavenly supper. I'm a creation, a son, following the will of the wind to the extent that my legs can take me, burning with a bloody passion for my goals.

I am all that is behind me, amalgamated into a soup with ingredients unknown. I am a puzzle piece, a jagged one, in the eventual masterpiece of the universe.

What will come will come, and what has been is as it always has been. The eyes of a cat, narrowed with satisfaction. The first genuine laugh with a new friend, the virgin voyage of the story you'll tell together.

Everything is only as special as you make it, and only as simple as you decide it needs to be. In the absence of our creator, the one who sleeps above, we must carve our own resolve into the soft flesh of our rising fists. For you, the day you're waiting for has already come. Take control, with blood and sweat hardening to steel.

Make your declaration before you grow quiet and cold. With the stars burned into your back, I bid thee, be bold.