You are the architect, Of this masterpiece, handed to you, The windshield of your fogged up car The remote to your machine, Eyes for the blind in you Why did it turn the other way around? Who are you waiting for to guide you? You are not stranded, on an island But, you’re the wind That carries you away, The feet and friction, Which doesn’t let you go astray, The left and right, You are the only way Published in Daily Times, August 22nd 2018.