Becoming

The thing I look for, That thing I become. The perspective I carry, On that road, I am buried. The grave you fix for me, In that place, I never return. The proportion you hold for me, Always be a negligible one. The unquenchable thirst for intellect I possess, The remarkable thing I want to hold for, The gesture beneath my skin, Are the debts in my river Life's stream. The person I want you to be, The heaven I look for, The hell's gate I never opened, Are the facts beyond my reach. I cannot propel the paddle alone, For this, I need someone to lean on, Everybody needs someone to hold them back, The journey I want to dodge is the journey I want to be done.