Sometimes, I fear that the passing of time
will be the ruin of all that makes up of me.
I hope not to be the consequence of
destruction by distraction-
Fading away within the fleeting of life.
Sometimes, I fear my strength of responsibility
becoming like a weapon for involuntary manslaughter.
I do not want each day to erode my soul to dust.
All of what I am, becoming the ground beneath conformity.
I do not want hazy eyes in a dazed filled life,
each step I take almost simultaneously .
I do not wish the world to warp my individuality .
I want to devote to my own expectations,
to my own ideal of integrality,
and remember all the persistent passions
that have coursed relentlessly through my veins,
morphing all that’s envolved to me.