No conditions latched, no strings attached,
so there’s nothing stretched, lift me up, with no foothold.
With no ego etched into my soul, I let go of all controlled.

With blurry twilight sparkle, that I rise.
With gorgeous pains of marvel, that I rise.
Extraordinarily harmonious is my ensemble, as I rise.
A lost and found star of universal fumble.
Still… I… Rise…..