Awakened by bullets,

screams of mothers losing children,

watching beloved life fade from eyes.

 

A witness, a dreamer!

In the cimmerian shadows, with closed eyes, I find radiant phosphorescent beams.

 

The walking aches and sharp shin splints to receive education,

the denseness in looking over your shoulder to fend for yourself,

the feeling of doubt clouding your heart, but is pushed away by lustrous aspiration.

 

Blood, tears, sweat become NOTHING.

Nothing more than the unobscured desires obtained in my heart shown in physical forms.

 

Education beyond primary subjects,

education to help lives through sciences,

to pursue my presentation of art.

 

HOPE for my life is my light,

 

Reaching potential I created for myself,

Watching my mother's pains in concealment,

the thickness of urges to scream at everyone who doesn't know my dark secrets.

 

Destroyed by my buoyancy to ablaze the dusky caliginosity that seeps through the veins of my past

and filled beautifully with an awesome richness of aspiration.

 

Aspiration is MY life, prospection is YOUR true view.