trek-tracks:apricots-on-a-holiday: trek-tracks: Well, this is it, Spock. Today is your day. You have

trek-tracks:apricots-on-a-holiday: trek-tracks: Well, this is it, Spock. Today is your day. You have to decide if You’re going away. You have points on your ears You’ve a softness of heart You’ve a whole lot of Pieces that try to take part. You’re on your own. And there’s no-one to know What it’s like to be you, ‘cause you’re it. But you grow. Duly process the info they give you with care, Though you’ve got to be sure that you don’t overshare With your head full of logic and heart full of pain They will say you’re too smart for the heart, just the brain. You might find it seductive To stay on this path But in fact it’s reductive To say you’re just math. It’s much clearer there, But it’s really not fair. In there things can happen That seem to be true But they really don’t work For a Vulcan like you Because things start to happen. You question. You stew. You then lose the brother You’ve always looked to. Oh, the places you’ll go.  You’ll be on your way up! You’ll be pushed right back down! By kids who now call Your eyes human, not brown. They say that you lag, though you get up to speed You’re different, you fail by not taking the lead. They won’t let you cry, and they won’t let you rest And you run to the hills for the big kahs-wan test It’s almost your end. And you lose your best friend. I’m sorry to say so But, sadly, it’s true I-Chaya Was just trying To protect you. You can get all hung up On le-matyas of strife Or can take the support And go live your own life. Human blood isn’t fatal It isn’t the end Just listen to Selek A “cousin,” a friend You can listen to him ‘Cause he’s been through a lot. The same things that you’ll go through Like it or not. You will come to a place where you must make a choice. It’s been made for you, but you can find your own voice. Do you still want to stay at the VSA? Why? Will you follow what everyone tells you to try? Another few years of you living a lie. And if you choose this, what does life have in store? Calculations and safety and not too much more? Or is there a need that has tugged at your soul When you look at the cosmos and ponder your role As a person of halves feeling suddenly whole? You can get so confused That your heart starts to race And it already beats at a furious pace Halfway down on your chest where it’s always in place But you feel it belongs somewhere out in deep space. In deepest space… For here is just waiting. Waiting through another week For a future bleak, for T’Pring to speak Just to call you not t’hy’la, but freak To be barred once more from another clique To be told you must turn the other cheek Or destroy it all in a fit of pique. All of here is just waiting. Waiting just to understand Why all Alices don’t get Wonderland In your mother’s books, on a tour unplanned Or waiting, perhaps, for a First Contact Where you’ll find yourself and you’ll drop the act For a cosmic ray in a perfect dance Or another day with another chance. All of here is just waiting NO! That’s not for you! Somehow you’ll escape All the false expectation From those who consider You an aberration. With Starfleet behind you Instead, you’ll rise high! Forget the red rocks when there’s acres of sky. You’ll wave to the Vulcans below as you fly. Oh the places you’ll go! There is science to do Observations to make, and a faith to renew. There are trails to be blazed on a starship so fast That it might leave your former distress in the past. Fame! You’ll be famous and loved and upheld And you won’t feel alone, even if you can’t meld. Except when you do. Because you are still you. You’ll spend much of the time Letting loneliness win Playing against Enemies held within. All alone! But this might make you free: Alone may be something You’ll just always be. And when you’re alone, well, the darkness seems real With no one else asking you, “how do you feel?” Vulcans say you are weak, humans call you an elf; You can reach out to others: rely on yourself. So on you will go Through the Forge burning bright. On you will go Though you’re scared of the night On you will go Past le-matyas that bite. Onward up many A self-furnished path Though your dad may get sore You will march past his wrath. On and on you will trek, And I know you’ll trek far From a dusty old planet You’ll find your own star. You’ll get mixed up, of course, As you already know But you’re mixed up here anyway - Might as well go. Just be sure where you step There are holes out in space That can swallow you up While you’re finding your place But never forget: friendship isn’t a shame. The Great Bird of the Galaxy’s calling your name. Will you make it work? Yes! You will make it work! Though you’ll need to join up with McCoy and with Kirk. KID, YOU’LL MOVE STARDUST. So… Be your name something like S’chn T’gai Spock Amanda and Sarek’s son, follow Surak You’re off to Great Places! You’ll be something more! Just go where no one like you has gone before. Sorry for bothering, but I read this piece awhile ago and quite enjoyed it. I ended up sketching out a section of it for fun. Thank you for your positivity and your strength during these times! They really mean a lot. This is so beautiful! Thank you! -- source link

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