My Ladder to One

 

There is only one story being told,

From and specifically for my perspective.

I form my words to build the engine for my steam,

Into the wind I shall blow the air of my mentors and ancestors call.

To sing to the ear your praise to swirl a pretty sound out lifting clear. 

What could be a ladder for me, 

Generate an image of I successfully built a twenty five store empire.

From here you see where my mind is,

Using all my intelligence all minds be bold, 

Imagine the means and way.

Being certain its ideally beautifully perfect for me. 

So it is done says my Father to the Son. 

Oh how I love being One. 

Hear is my story being told,

I am telling creation, precise be bold.

From my perspective, stop, start, begin grow,

My melodic thought in the wind swirling blows.

I craft my words into an engine mind,

Fueling my steam, aligning surpassing surprising all kind.

Into the air, my mentors’ call,

Hurling a praise lifting, embracing all.

What ladder could I climb to see,

A twenty-five-story empire built by me?

An image clear, a vision true,

Each brick laid by the thoughts I drew.

From here, I glimpse where my spirit tries,

Using all intelligence, watching dreams rise.

Imagine the means, the perfect mind,

Bold and beautiful, uniquely mine.

So it is done, my Father speaks,

To the Son who seeks the mountain’s peak.

Oh, how I love being One,

The pearl in bright beseeking the Sun,

For light.