I want to break free—
from the toiling masses,
from the mediocre,
from the vast sea of okay.

I want to soar—
on wings of creativity,
on visions of exceptional,
on dreams of outstanding.

I want to be remembered—
as the poet who you’ve read,
as the artist that moved you,
as the maker of beautiful things.

I want to get on with it—
for time waits for no one,
for death is closer each day…
for now is no time to waste on regret.

Look for me at the top.
I’ll be the one who broke the mold.

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