Goodbye (form of prose)

[Revo1]

To whom it may concern,

I am officially apologizing for my childish ways. Growing up, I never made much of myself, because of the low expectations I had. I never pushed myself the extra mile, never sat down for a second to think about it. I was setting myself up to fail, and now I realize it. I'm faced with the fact I have no one else to blame except myself. I am no exception, but as of today I'm cleansing myself of that bad spirit.

Now, I am saying goodbye to just getting by. Goodbye, leftover tomorrows. Goodbye, hand-me-downs of poverty. Goodbye, 9-to-5. Goodbye, swollen dreams like the stomachs of starving and dying children dwelling in misfortune.

I have convinced myself to care enough to try and change the things that I can for myself. I am committed to pursuing babylon. I will forget to care for others and from now on only be concerned with what concerns me. What are my concerns? Minerals and natural resources. Land. Oil. Machines.

I plan to build me a skyscraper so tall that I will forget my youth. No one will ever look down on me again, and I will not look back. I will not look around me. I will only build, construct, and conquer.

So said the lost poet, last of his breed, turned businessman and president of his dreams.

I will sacrifice whatever it takes and mimic the dreams that inspired my forefathers. Redevelop and help mold the youth to better fit my construction of what good and decent is. I will descent from what I once promised myself. Be better. Greater. Strive for superior things. And now, I will race to the burning bush and set myself aflame with a can of kerosine and spraypaint, picking whatever color comes to mind at the spur of moment.

Blue? Green? Will it be red? Black? I think I'll die, myself, as a white man today.

Sincerely,
A figment of your imagination.

[MOWGLI]

good read. uppin'