My dreams crumbled one day,
but I saved them in a jar,
to let them fly later, like fireflies.
I never lost hope,
and I never gave up.
Because I believe that I'll get what I want,
and why won't I ?
I know what I deserve.
I'm not here to whine about the consequences to my decisions,
because I've learnt to adjust,
to live with this regret.
I don't cry about my pain in my poetry,
I just pour my heart out on a paper.
My ink is my sword to fight with the reality of life,
and my words give me strength,
and always make me feel like,
everything is going to be fine.
This is something that I'm not dependent on people or materialistic things to be happy,
like the other teens in our society.
I've big dreams,
and I'm ready to achieve a lot of things.
I'm ready to risk it all,
and do what's meant for me.
You can put an halt to my efforts towards it,
but how do you **** a feeling ?
It's my thought process and it works in it's own way,
and it don't even beg for liberty.
As it's already free.
No boundations and no limits,
when it comes to my mentality.
I'm just gonna continue to write more everyday,
for everyone who's suffering.
I'm here to fulfill my dreams,
working on it,
ready to edify and influence the world, with my story.