Sculptures

I am my own sculptor,

No one else may mould me,

I may fail and falter,

But none but I will hold me.

I know nought,

but I shall know thyself.

Introspection and thought

are the chisels of health.

The vitality of my life,

Are subject to my own eyes,

As though upon the horizon,

Upon distant shores is where truth lies.

As the careful master of my sails,

Upon a translucent vessel I send my mail,

With constant conflictions provided,

My sculptures will prevail.

Cornelius Douw Nel – Year 13