I will never be anything less than a Poet:
a servant and shaper of the Soul!
I will stand firm between the portals of
time and record each golden moment with
my witty verse and sculpting rhyme!
When pain is present, I\'ll paint your thoughts
chaotically with dark and weary strokes; and as
light once again caresses my mind, I\'ll color
wondrous words to make you cocky, even boast!
No! I will never be anything more than a foolish
dreamer: an outcast of society and slave in reality\'s
merciless grasp!
A true poet until death!