The dreams i have , the moments i own can never be detached,
until i am attached to this string of life with a ring of vibe,
which holds my life, without much of strife
The aims i hold are much lavish then the gold, but i haven’t told what i hold,
as those who cared once are now cold,
cold as that icebergs tip, that doesn’t make any whip,
but i am bold, bold as i hold,
my aim and the dreams
that create a certain pain in my brain,
to ascertain the power that lies in every vein
My dreams aren’t great, but they’re worth the wait!
The wait is still on, no matter whats gone
To achieve what i want, i still have to spawn
Spawn my best, to life at rest,
I could never be an enthusiast of the qualities i own,
but now i’m grown and ready to be renown,
by the abilities i own,which may end me alone
To be alone is not a choice but moving together can still bring cries,
the dreams cannot be at stake but this loneliness i cannot intake
but there is a belief which provides the relief,
if i achieve my cliff no one would ever sniff
and accept my real spiff
To create my empire i have to be an impire
who rules like ,its an veracious desire and
is meant to be my own empire even if, I Expire.
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