I travel down this road with no definite end,
Where intersecting streets and pathways blend
To create a connected community of dreams
Whose homes are filled with lights that gleam
To signify that their goals and endeavors are alive,
And, in the darkest of times, continue to thrive.
Flanked by these structures of grandeur, my eyes meet
With a facility designed for the academic elite.
The hierarchy of its levels
Ensures that inhabitants are unable to revel
In a room in which their mind's comprehension has swelled
Too greatly for the place in which they currently dwell.
The assortment of plants within the estate's garden
Is for far more than simply pleasant aesthetics;
The positioning of the floral wonders are hardened
By the strict application of metrics.
The reduction of the grass to its least common factor
Gives the lawn its excellent presentation,
And provides the program's enactor
With an enhanced orientation.
Down the street, as I gaze to my right,
I witness the staggering composition of a woman who writes
Motivational literature filled with a glory
That decorates a home of many stories.
The foundation upon which she builds these powerful tales
Heavily consists of concepts and ideals
That unmask the stench of a world that's incredibly stale,
And illustrate struggles both common and real.
To gaze upon her residence is to merely experience exposition
To reflections of her life's struggles, which inspired her life's mission
To urge the guests of her dwelling to undergo a rising action
To a climax that will reap nothing less than satisfaction.
While this pursuit of purpose is a sharp incline
Filled with triumph, tragedy, and trying times,
These struggles embody the earth that we mine
To uncover a precious jewel that shines
With a brilliance that serves to define
An appointed role for an appointed time.
And where exactly is my place
In this brief and timed race
Of people who rush to find their identity
Lest they fail to save face?
I'm the one who, through my creative propaganda
Triggers an explosive extravaganza
Of people who have obtained a new understanding
Of the power of their talents in a society demanding
The introduction of not only something that is new
but inventions innovative, vocal, and true.
It is when I am sending messages that are relevant
That I am truly in my element.
I love to make people reconsider
This existence that they believe they have figured.
As I traverse through mazes of avenues,
I don't hesitate for a second to spread breaking news
That penetrates the atmosphere of the domains of the influential,
Using artistic expression to stress how essential
It is to always be willing to explore
Beyond what's typically called "success" and ask, "What more?"
Being successful transcends far beyond financial prosperity,
Or even expressing one's care for giving back to the world with clarity
It is constantly finding new ways to instill aspiring minds
With a burning desire to leave behind
All that constitutes their "native knowledge,"
And embrace the foreign regions that can conceive a college.
While I do not undermine the lessons this world has to teach,
I can't ignore hte infinite number of destinations I can reach
When I effectively apply my God-given comprehension
To a generation in need of God-given intervention.
You can call me a messenger, the world's paper boy, or just plain ambitious,
But I find it highly auspicious
That we can guide one another to new frontiers
By becoming bold pioneers
Of new methods of thinking
That get the gears of creative minds clinking.
This kind of domino-like succession
Is why I uphold my "job" as the best of professions.