I will not surrender this dream.
I will not go quietly into that dark night.
Giving this up would be a death:
The death of my soul.
There is something there,
A something for me and me alone.
Destiny would not play such an ugly trick
As to not show her face
As Fate has been so kind to inform me she will.
This is not arrogance.
There is a purpose,
My sense of it,
That remains supreme.
There is a thing of importance,
Of only which I can partake and produce.
I have purpose.
There are words that should be known,
There are events that must take place,
There are riches the likes of which
A world that so values things that shine
Could never as fully appreciate as me.
I will not drown.
The gift from a mother that sank
Is my stubborness.
The gift of a father that flew then fell
Is my intelligence and creativity.
I have a purpose,
And it is not to rot away
In some dark corner
Plodding away in the useless chores
Of smart men with no minds.
I am better.
I am human and humane.
I can reach this summit.
I will not surrender this dream.
