The lady who reached for the skies,
Taught me one too many a lesson
With her words and the mileage in her starry eyes,
I've realized that in my life I'm not the lesser.
My endeavor to survive
Continues in circulation,
But my innate desire is to thrive,
And to do so with sophistication.
Maya inquires after me: "Honey, o sweetness,
Will you make your life rich and plenty?"
And I tell her, "Yes, it will be
Marvelous," with a smile a bit too tempting.
The will to live and the power to stay
Mark me as color in the ever-fixed gray.
To be is my token, flawless--no doubt,
And it's the best of me, in and out.