Poem: Time to Lead

If it is my time to lead,
then so be it,
I conceed.
To sit and rot,
in my own shit,
is not much fun,
I must admit.

I do suppose,
my time has come,
to shun the moon,
embrace the sun.

A time to drop,
the ways of old,
to open my heart
mind
body
and soul.

To reclaim the powers,
god gifted to me;
to study, to write, to speak,
and be free.

With nothing to fear,
and nowhere to hide,
I'll shine like a star,
loseing false pride.