I've sprouted from the ground below,
to tower over my surroundings.
I've struggled, bled and gone the distance,
Finally finding my strength.
I'm older now than I wad before.
I've seen the world.
I've made my way.
Now, I'm ready to live.
I am passion. I am power.
I work for my joys,
I am ready to find me.
Starting young, I lost my way.
I never knew the me I could be.
I wanted help, I couldn't cope.
I didn't know the world.
But now I've seen what lies ahead,
for me it at first looked bleak.
I've found a passion, I'll keep it true.
I'll find the person I'm meant to be.
I've buried the meek, questioning me.
I'll follow my dreams overseas,
and find a new life in Sapporo, or Osaka.
There, I think, is where I wait to be found.
A love of word, a love of language.
I've always found passion in speech and writing.
I live in books, and hide in poems.
I breathe kanji and kana.
I'll find my way,
I'll find myself.
But first, I have places to go.
I'll follow the path I've set.
I'll work as I always have; with passion.
I'll become the me I should have always been.