Master Of "ME"

In a constant hardships of life and race against our own, sometimes we lose sight of the pace we should live. Strive and struggles, blood and tears, put into comparison to only be crushed by the feelings of going nowhere. Then I stopped and looked to the sky. A vast world I live in, and the competition of life should only be of me, with me. For I am the master of my own sea. I am the wielder of my own sword sheathed in my heart. I am the owner of my own life, the master of my art.