I am still a writer in progress 

Dreams were never too high nor too low
If things are the one your heart wants it to be
Words are stones in a pile of gems
Never attractive like the others
But are as different as one's unique living soul
A mind is the ink that overflows the center of creativity
Bringing happiness, sadness, tragedy and beautiful things as one
The alphabet describes one innocent soul
For better or for worse
and till the end of time