One fateful day, I saw an old man
Sitting in silent contemplation
With a deep look in his eyes
As if watching the future being written
With the words created in the past
Or listening to that song we all sing
But few hear, and fewer can understand
I asked him if he could share advice
To make sense of this confusing life
He said: This you need to know
Power is a very special mirror
That shows us who we really are
It is a force that lets us shape reality
By changing our world and others
Ask yourself this simple question
If you had power in your hands
Whose world would you change
And why?