MY PATH - written by jrqc (short poem)

I don't want to follow your path, for I already have mine, 

defectuous, windy, with twists and turns here and there,

yet exciting in their own rightful way,

there is so much to say,

there is no place for what is vain,

just my wings,

just my colors and my music,

oh, that music that makes me soar up high,

so I can reach the sun, so high in the sky.

I am free in my way, I am wine, flesh and blood,

part of what is above,

part of what is yonder and high,

and I sense it within,

I sense it in my limbs.

I don't want to follow your ways, for they are yours,

and I am my own castle, 

strong, cold and warm,

I am a part of everything and nothing,

I am here and I will be yonder,

for what is this world,

if nothing but a brief step in the mortality of our lives,

in the immensity of what we are inside?

Don't dwell in what is seen, but within.