Writers 
I'm a single, proud and free,
Staking the path that is right for my own.
However, many might ask,
I believe in time, not hasty destiny.
The mornings come like dreams to me,
It's a quiet night with themes throughout the night.
I build my future, day by day,
On a journey with hope leading the way.
I've learned that love is not a race,
Nor by pursuit hasty and frantic.
It blooms softly, quietly and sincerely,
When the heart is ready to turn over a new leaf.
I take pleasure in every opportunity at this time
To develop in the face of adversity.
I build faith, strive for my goal,
And store up knowledge in my heart.
There is no man without a companion;
He is a valiant man of his own valor.
He cherishes kindness, truth and grace,
Is able to maintain a steady rate through each trial.
One day, perhaps, love's door will wide,
And a faithful one will walk with him.
Up to that time, I will be till.
Content in the sunshine and in the rain.
I have dreams in my heart to share with you;
More precious far than fleeting gold.
I rise and accept every day,
May Light shine on me, and Guide my steps.
If you ask me who I'll be,
I will smile with meek modesty.
A young man today, but with a smile,
Assured that I'm on the verge of death.