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!