My dreams tend to always be my escapades!
While I row the boat looking for the
rope to pull myself out, escape!
I feel like it’s slipping away,
I’m reaching, grabbing the reigns
No one, no one,
Will ever make me let go again!
My dreams are what I make,
And if you asked me,
Breathtaking, is what I’d say!
I’m in motion, floating on the ocean,
Waves keep on coming and going,
I keep the oars in,
No longer fearing the storm!
Been thru the eye,
came out the other side,
Three times!
What’s next I imagine,
Nothing but greatness,
Fourth storm won’t be a
Storm at all, it’s my actual
Destination!
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