I, Me and Myself: Confusion of doom

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Like flowers growing into a beautiful mould,

Stars of a conception on rise of a should,

The innate desire to be more could,

I am shining on my way as I am.

The twinkling lights are what I look forward,

Storing my journeys on a wayward,

Love thy almighty be in my staggering toward,

I see a new path to express myself.

Fear no longer in my coven of space,

All I feel are moments of pace,

Winding sparks going towards an ace,

I do believe in my own little miss sunshine.