“Let me be the way I'm born to be, writing love letters to the sea, in the quiet weaving of memories, making flowers of all that remains. Let me be the way I'm born to be, drunken with ecstasy, unfurled freshly, for had I not known what agony is, I would have stayed furled as a bud in deep. Let me be the way I'm born to be, the lover of serenity, for had I not left the crowds of people, I would have never known what solitude truly is. Let me be the way I'm born to be, the solitary soul, aware, awake, and playful with life.”