I am my own liberator
I am my own competitor
I am my own stimulus
Thus, I have abandoned this world

I hold ancient lands in demesne
Experiences are my own
Who now can tame what I’ve become?
I am my own liberator

Each cold night is a challenge
Each gold day is my masterpiece
I cannot rest, I cannot fall
I am my own competitor

A breeze caresses, waters cool
Deserts calm, birds sing, and fire warms
Yet not a soul to sooth me, so
I am my own stimulus

Where has the depths of true love gone?
Hidden behind walls of façade?
I am unable to settle
Thus, I have abandoned this world

I wrote this poem in the form called a cascade, wherein the lines from the first stanza are respectively repeated as the final lines of each subsequent quatrain. There is no rhyme scheme.