• A field where nothing grows but weeds,
    I rose above, drove myself forward. I took the lead.
    Now on the faces of others, subtle frowns,
    They're still pushing and pulling me down.
    "Don't go, stay here." And I almost listen...
    But I hate that world, it's a drag down system.
    Now at the end, try as I may to escape the pain,
    I'm one in a million, there's determination in my veins.
    My future seems promising, contrast to theirs' - so dim ,
    The flood keeps getting closer. "I don't think they know that I know how to swim . . ."