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…