I know, I know
Practice makes perfect
But by how many times
I fail
I give up
Though the appeal of dreams
Keeps it going
To perfect my craft
Ideas in my head
Spin and twirl like the soft whispering wind
I cannot say how beautiful my ideas are
Some might hate it, but other might love it
Though they are unexplainable unless they are written down
Onto a piece of paper
To recite
To praise
To change
To make it grow
All because of my dream
Though I need to expand in my ideas
Explore new worlds
Tales spun by a single idea
Which grows on belief
To create a realm I rule
I wish to learn and master my craft
To make my own path
You see can simply see
That my words run on my time, but it relies my rhymes to make the time.
Well I have to thank you for reading this
I wish for you to make it
It all starts with a signal step
