I am not the victim of the world I see

The world may roar, the voices loud,
The shifting tides, the restless crowd.
Yet here I stand, serene, aware,
No weight to bear, no cross to wear.
No force outside can make me small,
No fleeting loss defines my all.
The past is but a whispered tale,
A drifting cloud, a ship set sail.
Illusions rise like morning mist,
They call my name, they clench a fist.
But light remains when dark is gone,
The truth was here, and stands at dawn.
I close my eyes and breathe in deep,
A river flows where echoes sleep.
My thoughts like leaves drift on the tide,
No need to chase, no need to hide.
For I am free, no chains remain,
No fear, no guilt, no ghost of pain.
No victim here, no fate controls,
No outside world can shape my soul.
I shape the dream, I walk the way,
I choose the light, I will not sway.
For what I see is mine to change,
No truth is lost, no love estranged.
So let the world be as it may,
Still I am whole, and I will stay.
No storm, no shadow conquers me—
I am not the victim of the world I see.