Putting it back together my way:

In this life of intangibles, I'm well aware and plan to do,
everything that is unimaginable; imaginations fallible.

My hearts filled with gratitude thats gradually gravitating to a brave new attitude.
From the cradle to the grave doesn't it all remain palpable?

Or are we just animals and nothing in this world is supernatural?
Can we savor the savage soul of our mind's true altitude?

Laughable as it might be, this will be acheived for me.
For I'd rather die open-minded, amazed at wonder's deeds; then live so blinded, blinded by their beliefs.

I'm the product of patience, generosity and itelligence.
And I refuse to become incarnations of any negative elements.

Relevant or not, my ideas will not be forgot.
They were cultivated with love, therefore cannot be stopped.

The wheel of life is constant, constantly containing prominence.
Representive of a fountain, flowing flows of dominence.

So with outstretched arms I laugh, with hopes to free my past.
To free it from my grasp and watch it turn to ash.