I have a quest, an adventure: more like a desire;
To be somebody, to create an insurmountable effect;
To make a statement;
To escape the clutches of normalcy; the curse of a mundane, arbitrary existence;
To carve out a niche; to create an identity.
I have a longing;
To trudge the road that leads to destiny;
To mingle with greatness;
And dine with success.
I am tired of this hunger;
Of the scratching and gnawing;
Of the cry that echoes deep within;
A deep seated fire that will not be quenched;
That accepts nothing short of extraordinary;
A desperation that no pep talk can quell.
I hear the voice of destiny;
I am enticed by the seduction of purpose;
By the wine that flows from her lips;
And the honey that stems from her breast;
I dream of her by day;
And desire to sleep in her bosom by night;
I am coming;
I am on my way;
Oh great enchantress;
Your divination has slain me;
And your spell has ensnared my heart;
Stand in awe and watch in marvel;
As I slay the dragon.