Lately, I've been allowed to think
Allowed to evaluate and review
Allowed to be myself; the one I was meant to be
I have thought about the past
I had forgotten my strength
My path was hazy and looked at with distaste
What could he possibly do
What a waste...
The thoughts of less faith
Turn around...
This love? This gift?
This is his; the way it will be used
Whether by art or science
It is my visions that bring fame
Not for the servant
But the professional
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