I can almost see my future
Though blurred beyond these tears
My world will not be enslaved
To this decrepit corporeal form
...
I see myself standing straight and tall
Proud of my accomplishments
As a father, a husband, and worker
That bows to no man nor pain
Of inferior caste to a burning heart
Whose only desire has been the good
That this beautiful world has to offer
Ignoring the evil taint of sickness
Or vile beings that crave company
In an attempt to see me kneel
Broken and beaten by the labor
Necessary to provide stability
For the family I love above all else
Yes, I can almost see my future
...
It's magnified by these tears