When I finally achieve my goals,
I will be like one who dreams—
one who laughs without fear of the future,
whose mouth speaks joy freely.
People will say of me,
“He has done great things. He is brilliant.”
I will be brilliant.
I will be glad.
My mind is my hope,
I can accomplish all to which I set it.
I will work incessantly,
whatever it takes to be acclaimed.
I go out ready to conquer, to achieve, to produce,
anticipating shouts of joy.
But I shall ever return with weeping,
for I cannot be enough.