GROUNDED

I own my own serenity, Grasp, clasp my thumbs to toes

I own my own penalty, Brush, crush my shins to nose

I own my own remedy, Flex, relax heal the hurt

I own my own brevity, Kneel, feel palms in the dirt

I own my own destiny, Stretch my psyche and my soul

I own my own entropy, Reach beyond what I control

                                                                           -L. Teste