I am a stranger to success,
but be not fooled by my past.
My time is rising like the morning sun;
Upon the golden cup of glory,
there’s a part untouched by names.
‘See if it won’t be mine!’ are my words;
I do not shine like the open fire
nor boast like the Olympic flame,
but I burn like them, none the less,
I‘ve made no name for myself,
though I bear the initials APM,
the God of Time;