by Glen Martin Fitch
I had a constant daydream.
I could see a task
I knew would call
Upon my skill.
With guidance and support
I had the will
To change the world,
Fulfill my destiny.
And for awhile,
But after many tries,
I reached a place
Where everything seemed right
And I made good mistakes
And I grew wise.
Just who the hell were you
To tell me "No!
That can't be done!"
Prepared to fly or fail,
I wondered,
Did you fear
I might prevail?
Or was it change, itself,
That is your foe?
Without review
My vision you dismissed.
Deliberately
On my sweet bliss
You pissed.
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Last updated November 15, 2011