A reversible poem. Tell me not to chase the dreams I seek, And watch as I pursue them all the more, Say I’m too fragile, say that I’m too weak, And see me rise to prove what I’m made for. Dismiss my thoughts as folly, pure and vain, Then watch them flourish, bold and unconfined, Declare that all my efforts are in vain, And I’ll succeed with purpose well-defined. Say that I should walk away, give in, And see me stand my ground, refuse to yield, For every doubt you cast, I’ll find within, A stronger will, a greater sword to wield.