affection

In your book the likes of you and I

should abide by the set channels, when booking our passage

to the razzmatazz of fame and renown - humbly

coming to accept the acclaim of lesser mortals.

You thought to uncover a confessed pleasure in the ride

inside the silver carriage: a patrician prestige

obediently in store, and much more - if only

I'm shown my place in the grand unchangeable ritual.

Pretty as it looks, I won't permit you deprive

my life of its private personal significance. I cherish

my imperishable nascent individualism

as the prism through which I'll take my viewpoint on the world.

To you, it's just another childish dream,

but I shall get there under my own steam.