I've worn 1000 different shoes that never fit me
Millions of things I could possibly be
Since the 7th grade I said "I'll be a writer!"
At that moment I my future seemed brighter
I wrote about love and my passion was fire
Never thought I'd be a lover and a fighter  
They told me the sky's the limit and to break the mold
What I'm writing is the story yet to be told
7th grade about 12 or 13 years old I remember
I wrote my first poem in December
My mind and drive never waivered in the years to come
Writing for me was always fun
Dreams that these words would surpass the rays of the sun
The sky's the limit while there's endless room in space
That will give me time and room to chase
The American dream ooo I wanted a taste
First I have to sweep the entire nation
So I started with a pen, pad, and some inspiration
I kept on writing believe I never slowed down
My dreams are not here in my home town
I joined the army when I was 18
You guessed it, in the pursuit of MY American dream
They said the army might make me colder
But as I grew older my mind body and soul grew bolder
Writing became my art even when it seemed
I'd be having more nightmares than dreams
Surrounded by strangers who have never heard of me
I always said what better of a place to be?
To spread my dream with the people I now call family
I would share with them writing, a piece of me for where ever they go
People from all walks of life reading my words all reacting with "woah"
Was the moment I knew MY dream will grow