I am but a toad, guided by the currents in this pond,

Yet believing I am swimming in my own direction.

I am but a moth, floating in the ether thinking I am guided by my own compass,

As if I chose to fly into the light.

I am but a wolf, feeling the urge to sing,

As if howling at the moon was a song I have written.

I am but a man, prone to moments of great authority,

While surrendering to the voices I heard the moment I was born.