“You will save the world!”,
somebody said to me,
making fun of my pride,
my head held up high,
and my conviction
that my efforts are not in vain
“You are the chosen one!” –
with the same ridicule,
they laughed at me again.
A bit shaken this time,
disturbed by my calm disposition,
my regal manners,
my dignity untainted by ambition.
“You will change the world!” –
with clear discomfort,
they tried to laugh at me again,
but they themselves were starting to become aware
that I already did
that I already am
the change I wanted to bring in
Spirit of Tara 