*Copy-changed from Walt Whitman's Song of Myself

I celebrate myself, keeping it to myself,
And what I assume no other shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me belongs to me alone.

I loaf and invite my soul,
I lean and loaf at my observing the sands of time

Myself, every atom of my blood, formed from this life, this earth,
Born here of parents born elsewhere, from their parents the same, and their parents the same
I, now sixteen years old in an unchanging life begin,
Hoping to cease not til death

The future in abeyance,
Realizations abrupt and hard hitting at what they are; they are never forgotten
Dwelling on slipping time, I lock the fears in the casket of my heart.
Nature unravels with frightening energy.