Damn your straitjackets and your padded rooms.
Remove this infantile mat from the floor;
I want to feel the cold concrete beneath my feet.
Damn your insular vision and self-aggrandizing thought.
Do not give to me capitulating superiors;
I need instead harsh discipline and challenges.
Give me fortune’s slings and arrows,
Let me suffer a thousand shocks,
And I will take arms against my sea of troubles.
If you choose to flee and hide yourself away,
Let that decision be your own,
But allow me the dignity to face life standing up.