In a fickle moment
I was stolen by my future
that casual, random structure.
I shall build it up more beautiful,
as I had thought it at first.
I shall build it on the firm ground
that is my will.
I shall raise it on the tall pillars
that are my ideals.
I shall give it a secret passage
that is my soul.
I shall build it with a high tower
that is my solitude.
-- Edith Södergran - 'My Future'