Could you feel me leave; and climb so high to see the world at my feet?
Steady storms ashore, but I'm the iris and I just want more
It's in the stars: the treble in my heart will be heard on Mars, for
I am the Architect; foundation is lain, but I'm not nearly done yet
My minds the medium, need only desire: the sole criterium
Yes, this is a race, but only against myself, and I set the pace
Appetite is whet: I AM Manifest and Destiny's my pet.