I have learned to walk amid misfortune.
That which I overcome defines my stringth.
That which overcomes me, may choose the path I take,
but I select the waters that I drink.
I'll not quench my thirst with discontentment,
those waters taken from polluted streams.
For it takes but a sip to realize that this
is water that contaminates my dreams.
If I have a cup of bitter anguish
I will not savor its futility.
To drink of hopelessness is loathsome to my taste.
And water from my tears can not sustain me.
So I will walk along the path before me
though I can not percieve where it will end
And I will drink of life, the water in my cup
or pour it out and fill the cup again.
[This message has been edited by Ohme (edited 07-18-99).]