To be what I want to be.

I spend my life. Defining myself. Otherwise, it would be impossible. To know who and what I am. My mission is inbred. To be my own creator. God has left it all. Up to me. I can imagine. Being good or evil. More likely, a blend of both. And I have chosen. To be.  First and foremost.  A romantic idealist. Sure, I’m a writer, too. And a dreamer and lover. So many pursuits. But everything is linked. To desire. To craving. To be what I want to be. --Jim Broede