TO LIVE WITH THE HEAD HELD HIGH......

Sometimes I want to stomp the overwhelming grasses,

Thinking that I also have a boot.

Sometimes I like to crush their ambitions,

With feelings tough;

And dwell amongst the planets,

Like a star.

I want to be the heavy rain,

Wetting the ambitious;

And become the rainbow after,

Drying the wretched.

I look up to the sun,

Only its heat melts me,

Not its sight.

Sometimes I feel like sweeping away

All opposition, building

A staunch place for myself—

In this deathly world.

To feel ambitious is to attack myself,

And to feel meek, is to be defeated.

To maintain the line should be the aim;

Blurring the line sometimes, but never

Forgetting that it shall always remain.