In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows dance with grace,
I wrestle with my inner fight,
To find my rightful place.

The mind, a storm of thoughts untamed,
Whispers echo, loud and fierce,
Yet through the chaos, I’m not shamed,
I grasp the reins, and persevere.

Each breath a testament to will,
A choice to steer my soul’s domain,
The heartbeats steady, calm, and still,
In control, I break the chain.

So here I stand, amidst the fray,
A master of my fate’s design,
I shape my world, in my own way,
In control, my stars align.