<center>I am not defined by the world but by the truth within me, no matter the noise around me or the shifting winds of men’s opinions I am not made to bend with every breeze
I am not defined by the world but by the truth within me, the essence within me wasn’t molded by consensus or circumstance that could influence or reshape my every voice
I am not defined by the world but by the truth within me, and when the world twists its shape I must remain whole and even unchanged no matter who denies its value
I am not defined by the world but by the truth within me, an emerald doesn’t grow dull just because it’s surrounded by mud and stone so I too must be rooted in my nature…
<center>My worth is constant regardless of who fails to see it, purple keeps its depth whether worn by kings or castaways in shadowed halls not the gold lose it’s brilliance even it does glow
My worth is constant regardless of who fails to see it, the world is not a scattered mess of chance but a pattern too wide to see even in every motion, even in chaos has a place
My worth is constant regardless of who fails to see it, I am not a drifting thought but I am part of something measured and immense like a part of whole
My worth is constant regardless of who fails to see it, my part, though small-is neither random nor replaceable even when the path of honesty is lined with silence and stone…
<center>My duty is not theirs as my job is to live rightly still I remain steady, not because it easy but because it is right like holding firm to quiet good when storm rage loud around me
My duty is not theirs as my job is to live rightly still I remain steady, there is no strength in hatred and even no triumph in cruelty’s fire but still it burns because others might fan flames
My duty is not theirs as my job is to live rightly still I remain steady, with these broken choices I do not control their winds but I can be the unmoving stone that matters to be my own
My duty is not theirs as my job is to live rightly still I remain steady, those who act in darkness still serve a function in this larger weave that I can be reminded to resist…
<center>My job is not to control their winds world but to remain good within it, because there is still power in doing good without needing to be seen despite of unsettling favor of ease
My job is not to control their winds world but to remain good within it, strength is not thunder or the sharp edge of a raised voice but it is in every calm decision, that repeated choice
My job is not to control their winds world but to remain good within it, it’s found in the silent worker, the unnoticed kindness and the soft-spoken truth that matters most
My job is not to control their winds world but to remain good within it, and still I carry on not for praise but because I will keep walking the path that is mine to walk however narrow…
<center>Watchwords:
When the world spins in madness and right is drowned in noise
When he laws are twisted and crowds cheer heat should be mourned
I still return to the center that down not move but the still voice is still inside me
In chaos, I answer only to what is constant and just and that is my duty
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<center>Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”..*</center>
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<center>As and will always be reminding you to dream:</center>
<center>*“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”*</center>
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