I cannot be more than I am, which is
Enough. I am content with being so.
Other potentials hiss and fizz
About my head, but I can let them go
Still unimagined, for they hardly count.
More might be wished by others, but not me;
I know myself, and do not need to mount
Beyond my bounds. I am sufficiently
Provided in myself for all I want,
And though I cannot rise above my soul,
Why should I want to? From my inner font
There flows the liquor that can keep me whole,
And I am all I need. I know my way,
I'll follow it, and have no wish to stray.
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