This is me. Probably less but hopefully more.

When I was a child I looked around in wonder,
now I'm grown up I witness only misery and heartbreak asunder,
I looked for love in darkened gallows,
in temporary shade my heart I followed,
craving pleasures of transient nature,
I made it mine and it made me hollow.
Weary I wandered around this lonely Place,
Seeking joy and fulfilment, only to end up saving face,
Running in circles, fleeing my fear, where is my life, why isn't it here?

I want to live.
I want to flourish, blossom Into the most perfect being, which I, by my original nature, already am.
Beautiful be each and every one of my thoughts.
Beautiful be each and every one of my actions.
Leave this planet a better person than when I first arrived.
Enough is enough! It has to be dealt with.
There is no other option that I can, logically, play around to my perfect most characteristics.
I shall rise in spite of my vertigo, would want to make supreme sense, so here I go.
Brilliant be me. Brilliant be my infinite awesomeness.
Love be me. Love be my infinite nature. To failure I might make my frequent acquaintance.
To sadness I might regularly schedule reconnaissance.
The lone traveller soldiers on , silent but steady, Depressed but ready.
Looking for love within, taming my hatred without.
Slowdive from the relative to the absolute,
Love thyself and to your real nature in reverence salute.
Sculpting my masterpiece action by action,
Thought by thought,
Intention by intention.
Remembering the way of the universe,
every single moment in this world of misers.
I shall rise from indifference to detachment,
sympathy to empathy,
distraction to attraction.
nonsense to benevolence.

Look around lover, there is so much to gain, there is no coming to consciousness without a little pain.
With Beautiful shimmering redness my bleeding wounds do shine.
No time to heal , no time to whine.

Why?

Because This astronaut shall soon travel beyond space and time.