Victoria Poem by Pete Rivera

I am short a breath or two
To find out what life means to you
Does it mean to you what it does me?
Then let go of my wings and set me free

True is the world beneath my feet
For it gives me shelter and food to eat
But it cares not how I become
Nor does it care I am blind, deaf, or dumb

For the mind of me has spoken
Verily, verily, my heart awoken
I must be true to myself and I
And I must fight until I die

I am the emperor of my life
I will decide how far I fly
And when it comes to one and two
Know that to myself I will stay true

I am the architect of my fate
And no obstacle shall make me late
Success is in this palm of mine
And to no gods I will confide

Black as the night sky before death
To reach blissfulness at final breath
I must become who I want to be
I am the wielder of my destiny