Awakening to a world before me;
I wish to conquer it surely.

Life is supremely short,
I will endure it purely.

I make believe that I can find cures to wars for ears that listen.

There are blatant wars within, around me…

They walk proudly, but are not aware of their prison.

I wish to open up minds, like parachutes that spread wide.

I want others to walk with their head high,
If not fully and honestly alive,
Then their life is a dead lie…

I perfect time, appreciating the goal of which I set for mine.
I perfect mine…

Honing with precise explosion of thoughtfulness, thoughtfully written, of what I philosophically provoke within…