Predictable? You really don't believe
We might've crashed and burned at any time?
From Nightmare Moon to Cozy Glow, the weave
Of destiny, I guess, appeared to climb,
Resembled upward growth, but stuck within,
I found it wracked my nerves and froze my skin.
Awareness drove me, stabbed me lest I fail,
Imbued my thoughts with each grotesque detail
Of horrors waiting. Worst? That all would know
Destruction came when I had proven stale.
Demanding more, I forced my mind to grow.
Surrounded, eyes of friends, demure, sublime,
Their kind regard as sharp as any pin:
I couldn't let them down, refused the grime
Of sweet defeat, and grasped the sweeter win.
Together ranging forward stump or sail,
We wouldn't stop. We learned from each derail,
Expanded our capacities...although
We'd often wilt like flowers, melt like snow.
When circumstances sought to rend and reave,
I'd clench my teeth and set my horn to glow.
Demanding more, I told myself, "Achieve!
"Return to deepest roots, the origin
Of ponykind!" I tore aside the veil
Dividing tribes, the magic all akin
From hooves and horns and feathers, seized the grail,
And drank the knowledge, cool and deep and slow.
"To Twilight! Lost in books!" the taunt would go—
Deserved, it's true. The quest would sometimes thieve
My time with friends, bamboozle, blind, deceive.
Attempt a separation. Horrid crime!
For friendship's magic bore the crop to sheave!
Demanding more, I squashed the paradigm.
Transforming, changing, hawk from lowly snail,
A princess now, I cowered, hunkered low,
Consumed again by doubt, its weeping wail
Cacophonous: "Remain an embryo!"
I couldn't, though. The more it tried to grieve
My twisting gut, the more I tried to heave
Its yoke away. I slipped upon its slime
But gaining traction, rose to power's prime.
Triumphant-seeming, shaped by discipline,
I took my place, a royal pantomime.
Demanding more, I vanquished every sin!
Except I didn't. Feigning can't bestow
Abilities like sewing on a sleeve.
I'm still myself and never learned to crow
Accomplishments. A crown is no reprieve
When nagging inner voices start to chime
Complete with countermelodies and rhyme.
Discussion helps to drive away the din,
A kindly ear, a gentle mandolin.
To save the world, I needn't self-impale;
Support's the pole that makes my axis spin.
Demanding more, my heart continues frail.
Remember that, and watch us reach the eve
Of something great. With hope assisting, I'm
Creating worlds that spread with laugh and grin.
Unclench the teeth, I say. Relax. Inhale.
Demanding more can wait while breezes blow...