I heard that the future is in my hands,
So I starred into the palm prints of a possible map to my destiny,
Right to the Fingerprints of my unique identity.
I admit the map looked too complicated to unfold.

Then I was told
A revelation of what the future holds.
Should be in the hands of He who created even me. To be like thee.
Made in His image and likeness, so sovereign in His Majesty
ever so  timeless!

I was born a creator,
From the moment I held a pencil it felt like I could write untold stories...