I can never have what I want;
it will continue haunting me until the end.
My face, my voice, my hands
tell me I am all wrong
and I know from the way things always go
that I will never know,
never grasp the things I've grown
to love.
There are still so many things to live for.
I intend to reach for each
piece of beauty,
to render it in my own way.
I do not like to think of the end.
I want to go on forever--
whether or not the future will be good
is immaterial.
Life is mine, at least for awhile.
