But once we are here, we may create our own world, if we choose.

Since I have stood on my own feet, I have never met my master.
For every time I choose a friend I determine my fate anew.

I can think of no cataclysm that could have the force to move me from my path.
Fire or flood or the envy of men may tear the roof off my house, but my soul would still be at home under the lofty mountain pines that dip their heads in star dust.

Even life, that was so difficult to attain, may serve me merely as a wayside inn, if I choose to go on eternally.
However I came here, it is mine to be..