ABOUT THE POEM: Tadpole-Intent was written from a position of conscious separation rather than anger alone. The poem does not argue with the world; it documents the moment when engagement collapses into observation. The speaker is not becoming powerful but becoming precise. The repeated image of walking is not symbolic of progress or ambition, but of persistence—movement that continues without validation, reward, or audience. The reference to a “song that hasn’t been recorded yet” establishes incompleteness as a condition, not a flaw. The speaker is unfinished by choice. The comparison to Google’s Dino T-rex game reinforces this: in that game, the player does not move forward—the world moves toward them. This mirrors the speaker’s experience of reality, where external pressures advance while inner direction remains self-governed. “Tadpole-intent” names an early, undeveloped form of motivation: instinctive, reactive, unexamined. The speaker rejects this mode of living and the people who operate within it. This rejection is not rooted in superiority of power but in incompatibility of awareness. Equality is offered “by default,” and its refusal exposes the world’s hostility to genuine parity. The poem repeatedly distinguishes courage from ego and power. Courage is framed as necessary capacity—the ability to hold weight without collapse—rather than dominance or status. The line about being “born fifteen minutes ago” signals irony, emphasizing awareness over chronology. Consciousness, not age or experience, defines arrival. The declaration “There is no god” functions structurally, not provocatively. It removes appeal, excuse, and absolution. The closing image—walking and leaving footprints—confirms consequence. The speaker does not escape the world. They move through it, marking presence without asking permission, explanation, or forgiveness.
Title – Tadpole-Intent
I am like a song that hasn’t been recorded yet.
I’m not just walking across a blank page,
nor Google’s Dino T-rex jumping on a frozen screen
where only the obstacles move.
Ronie Dinosaur walks for real-
inside the coordinates of time,
with courage so immense
it feels monumental,
like gravity reaching beyond creation itself.
Arrogance is not the same as ego.
I don’t care about the rest.
Damn you tadpole-intent citizens of this world-
I no longer find you worthy of eye contact.
You are no match.
This world-
this very world-
hates when I offer equality by default.
From the beginning,
they take meaning and selfishness from my love,
from my walk,
then belittle me
and lose all value in my eyes.
I no longer see them as equals.
Now people mistake courage for power.
It’s a necessity, not a commodity.
The larger the vessel,
the more it can hold.
Anyway, I don’t know much about things-
I was only born fifteen minutes ago.
Yes, that’s sarcasm.
There is no god.
What have I taken from you,
and what did I want?
I don’t want your respect.
Keep it.
I would be obligated to return it,
and mine would never be fake.
Ronie Dinosaur is still walking,
leaving footprints.