My Spirit

The skies are turning from azure to grey
The thunderclouds gather for their dance of death
The storm in my tea cup has spilt over
But I am man, I wont be afraid I wont ever fret

Bring on the deluge, the fire, the storms of hail
To the drudgery of normality they provide respite
Hear me all ye fierce forces of mother nature
I know your bark is loud but you never bite

If all the four horsemen of apocalypse
Decided to charge on me today
As they ride lances pointed at my heart
With a smile on my lips I would say

“Bring it on ye cowardly weaklings
You think you can take on man
For thousands of years I stood my ground
While you took flight, you ran”

All this time without aim I have been
Directionless I have walked the lands
But my failures have awoken me
Behold! before you a Giant now stands

Now that I have fallen I rise refreshed
My own blood and sweat are my steroid
I will perform miracles unseen, unheard of
Build universes out of nothing but void

Try and stop me now if anyone dares
I will swat away every insignificant obstacle hurled
When all is said and done and the dust has settled
You will see me standing on top of this world.