I haven't danced enough
On stages strangers deep,
Or sung in scripted tongue and hung that note among the mountains steep.

I haven't flown the heights;
They're shifting their peak tops.
I know they're mine while I'm the climb but not sure when time stops.

'Cause there's a single step
From platform onto earth,
Whose distance in between will mean the risking of a worthy birth.

So, selling psychic sights
Of foreign fated men
Must instead spell the chosen strokes of character I won't begin.
 

Therefore I walk alone
And often silence seek;
But do I brave the (do I run from) my right, nobility?

Then this is all there is,
This poem built today
And who it brushes past and touches judges now but cannot stay.