I, She, and all the Motivation Inbetween

I wont surrender. Won't give in. Refuse to fulfill the unforgiving legacy left for me. My course is destined and I manifest my own destiny. I don't own a white flag. I don't know what "cant" means. I keep hearing it; echoing like surround sound, reverberating off of the haters and procrastinators that cling to my boots as i climb to the top. But it sounds foreign. I don't speak as being content. My vocabulary produces results; I'm just fluent in success. My mind is made up so don't try to steer me off the road. Don't bother planting your ideas for me; my future has already been sowed. And I water it on the regular- with school and promise and increased fervor. I get excited to be me at my prime, and then I remember; my prime is yet to come, still my focus is forever. I want to reach the top, dust it off and place a book there. A book I wrote and dare another to compare - beware. My bark and my bite are equally vicious. I want this to much. My desire is ridiculous. I'm too anxious, too fearless. I've got nothing to loose but blank pages and laziness. A past cycle that bore me to shepherd this flock; I'm Christine Columbus and the 'top' is Plymouth Rock. Don't get left behind or you will wind up empty- I'm the light at the end of life's tunnel and She is the pilot that lit me. Whether I'm 5 years or 50, it is her. She motivates my will and strive; my ambition and stride to keep it pushing. Always. I want to embody all that she couldn't. Traverse the unknown, not cuz she wouldn't, but because I was too prudent. Placed things aside once I was born. All her thoughts ideas worries and cares took a back seat as I rode up front. Sacrifices were made and her going without was the brunt. This is no game to me, no make believe day at the park. The buck stops here - I'm leaving my mark. A mark that says if I can so can you. She taught me how, and I just promise to follow through. She didn't get a chance like mine but repentance I plan to do. By writing my life down and everything I see. By making myself happy and succeeding in who I am supposed to be. I got plans. Taking over the world if the pen in my right hand so demands. And never looking back so don't call after me. I inhale letters and exhale eloquently. My motivation is clear & set. Not succeeding would be blasphemy.