Needs

I need the capability
  to pay the way
    through time and obligation toward happiness.

Power of movement's what I need,
  flux's freedom,
    the faculties of change and of stability.

Fame and fortune are not required,
  only some wealth
    for the bills, walls for the nights, and food for our friends.

Just enough to afford my car
  and gasoline
    to go from Spring Hill back to my soul in Tampa.

Are all of these things possible:
  to help construct
    machines and monuments from some semantic lens?

Can I fund the signal of dreams,
  can I foster
    candid portraits that understand their own façades?

And when I meet with frustration,
  what is the strength 
    that will be hammered out of my emotions' storm?

Will I withstand the melting down
  in raging ore,
    will I be annealed or will I crack in the cold?

I'm climbing up the diving bell
  beneath the thought
    of what warrants efforts buried in silent time.

Never expecting to survive,
  will I write these
    words enough times a poem can be discovered?