Every moment a possibility,
every moment, slipping away.
What are you doing to live
With power, happiness, and grace
write your vision clearly;
write it down, stamp it, carve it, hack it into the walls
as your running down these halls
(mind not the filthy rules and consequences)
so that those that follow merely
have the guidance you did not.
leave your semi – permanent mark
from out of this completely random spark of life
which has flashed, and sputtered,
and will flicker and dim;
and otherwise would have shed no further light
to make this a brighter place, were it not here.