Life is What you Make it

What is before me? What do I see?

Can it be special and chosen by me?

Is it cheerful and wishful? Or murky and fearful

Is it ruffled and dishevelled or dreamy and peaceful?

If the answer depends on cognisant selection

The dream and desire is wakeful affection

Yearning and plea become truth and reward

Contemplation and reverie a priceless award

Magnificent splendour and exquisite election

Ensure that my world is void of deception

Existent and valid, animate and real

My life is my making, my dexterity and skill

What is before me? What do I see?

i see colour and beauty contented and free

Perfect and precious making me whole

My heaven surrounds me, it's part of my soul