The anger I didn't have has Vulcan's hands;
it forms new bonds, breaks the old
dogma of alienation.
Broke from the shield of the one's who
raised me; love bonds and bands.
It was not quite fear,
Yet not waiting to take the stage.
More a self-induced cage
of denial and artificial bliss.
It was a long time coming, but I'm growing up.
I'm starting to reach the heaven,
Nirvana, true bliss
Olympus, I will sit with the gods
born of a vain, mortal mother.
And I'm starting to to realize that
I am alone, and I will be
happy, whether Time will be by my side.
It is time to deal with the hurts,
and struggles,
and mistakes. This time, they'll be
mine to deal with.
Ignorance is not bliss, not for them,
Not for me,
Anymore.