Where had that darkness befall,
could not stream past the line.
My shining optimism didn't stall,
it remained like the eternal pine.
Even when desolate,
Even when hopeless.

Deadly blizzards that immerse their will,
can do none to make me futile.
My flaming ambition is firmly still,
never as ephemeral as a winter wood pile.
It burns, slowly.
It bursts, into raging flames.

Trembling ground that will make them sink,
will not baffle me one second.
My vast wisdom will not shrink
but stay a galaxy that expands to the end.
It grows.
It goes on.
Even when future is dim.
Even when...