For me to Stay hungry, I will remain foolish,
breathing, the action which has become instinctive
repeat words again and again and again,
I walk where my failures feared, where my failures rest, I will not wait. I will not
delay, I will become not another empty swirl slipping down the drain, lost forever in
the time. In this place.
I, the master of my own emotions , the fruit of my own labor, incompetent,
insignificant. inferior with my own passion, but I will sing upon the wind, upon the
water of mine eyes.