This verse is undoubtedly me

I am at the strangest intersection

Of both happiness and un

Having achieved so much

Of what my younger self deemed

As demanded and what ought to be done

And now it is

And was

And I am

But not undone

As more and more fire

Places wood on my soul

I now know that the walking

Is more important than the road

Or the engine above

Could ever be

With bristling fire

Still am I

Never still enough

To be content

With me

Onward