I refuse these the perpetual weights of consequence.
The gravity of grave choices will not bind me. The twine of time will not hold my hands in confinement from reaching for destinations placed on the hills of possibles. I will grip the reigns to guide the stallions of my dreams through flowered fields or trod them into muddied combative battalions. The path of passive idleness has deadforked between glorious success and ignominious defeat. Beyond standing, beyond rising, I will become another form. As the caterpillar breaks free in a day, I will no longer live from branch to branch but I will have wings and live from tree to tree amongst the forest of infinity.
-M