Silently, fiercely, I seek my own path through life;

Struggling at every turn to make a road that is truly mine.

With no wisdom to guide me but my own,

I search for the wisdom of the ages.

But if I should stumble in my path, or fall along the way,

Would any care?

Would the world mourn the passing of my soul?

I think not, for the world hears, but does not listen;

Sees, but does not understand.

Or perhaps, it does.