The world exists for me
and each rational creature in it.
I've built my world
in this messy house of mine;
a writer's trade,
a crafter's heart,
an engineer's home.
The idea in my mind telling me,
I do make a difference.
Who can stop me from success?
No one but myself,
getting in my own way.
My worth, my dominion,
doesn't count on anyone but me.
A new question is,
how do I get out of my dominion,
and into the universe?
I can't stop wanting more,
donating more,
taking less.
I'm forevermore looking to expand my world,
my worth, and my dominion.
