Sitting in Michael's Lap
"To thine own self be true," my friend;
Accept no compromise:
And pay no heed to how you look
In someone else's eyes;
If one should hope to judge with looks
They may as well be blind --
For such means naught to what you've done
To fascinate the mind;
Mere beauty, captured by the eyes,
Cannot gain such extoll
As wisdom shared, that delves the depths
Of someone else's soul;
The rarest vision, Heaven-sent,
Cannot such joy impart
As he who grants a moment's peace
To someone else's heart.
Beyond the reach of any eyes,
Defying time and space,
Know this: your light has brought a smile
To someone else's face.
You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.