With school works still not out of the way, nothing beats good ole poetry. I think I wrote this last month(?) Anyway, pardon my poetic skills (or lack thereof)incidental cyber visitor;this is certainly not my cup of tea. 

Walking past a desert storm
I enter a cave that has taken form 
Escaping, I see the path to win 
The breeze gives my face a grin 

Then I choose from equal gates 
Where the ethos of excellence permeates 
Identity is what I possess 
This badge of honor denies arrest 

For I came 
And now I conquer 
The world will witness 
What I have to offer