The Universe is spanning its galaxies wide
And there is nowhere left to hide
As it all comes undone in my hands
The hourglass has freed its slipping sands
As the mountain gets worn down into the sea
I am hewn into what I’m meant to be
As the forests grow upwards to the one sun
I’m taking my time letting go of the young 
And as age passes me by
I’m full of the classes I didn’t try
But joyful, brilliant, my own degree
I’m cleaning the lens so that I can see