Selfless

People can't do something themselves, they tell you that you can't do it.

- Film, The Pursuit of Happyness

With each antiquated task starting

hopes were never high.

Before a project even began,

potential flaws written in

pen, forever marking their permanence.                                  

Again! The teacher would belt,

Over exaggerating her disappointment.

No time for daydreaming at a place like this.

Wars would be cast.

            With each archaic task                                                

came a shimmer of hope.

Attempting to pen my emotions

while forced to tend to

the stern and uncreative spirit

which surrounded me in every direction.                                

Simply wishing and waiting

for a place and moment in which

my dreams would be appreciated;

turning themselves into reality.

                        With each current task                                    

I move further away from

the disheartening spirits, simply

refusing to allow the lost goals of others

deter me. Nostalgia dispensing in every

direction. Others trying to fail vicariously                             

through me. Looking at the new world

as a threat to a false ideal. Fathers allowing

sons to settle out of fits of pride.

                                    With each new

task, I cheer. Knowing that opportunity                                

came at a high price that I didn’t pay.

How to live up to obligations? The only

motivation I will ever need is simply

knowing that his hopes were not lost,

but rather met. For his goal was to simply help                     

me achieve mine. He bravely chose to pen

his own ambitions in order to turn boys into men.