“When (I) come to it

(I), this (person), on this wayward, floating body

Created on this earth, of this earth

Have the power to fashion for this earth

A climate where every man and every woman

Can live freely without sanctimonious piety

Without crippling fear.

When (I) come to it

(I) must confess that (I am) the possible 

(I am) the miraculous, the true wonder of this world

That is when, and only when 

(I) come to it.”

I will always work hard,  

Putting in hours upon hours of effort  

Like a sailor navigating the endless ocean,  

Wandering aimlessly in a hopeful direction.  

I want so much for myself and this life,  

It is a tough feat to be successful  

But what is success but a construct,  

A mirage in the desert of existence?

I must define success but in moderation,  

Do not expect everything to be an easy trail  

But rather a path through a dense forest,  

It is one with twists and turns,  

Trials and tribulations like storms on a mountain climb.  

But when I come to it, all will be astounding,  

As if I've found an oasis in the vast wilderness.  

When I come to it, I will be whole,  

Like a jigsaw puzzle completed, each piece a chapter of my journey.