They know I’ll never give up,
instead they’re coming for my dreams.
Dream Killers on the hunt for me.
I stay fighting,
while your thinking it’s amusing I don’t sleep.
Insomnia’s no hobby.
I’m praying asking to be looked over,
it happens some days, but honestly
some days being grateful slips to the back mind.
Along with other thoughts, I care not to bring to the light.
I’ve only experienced 20 years of being Human,
but that’s easily forgotten, many have been given much less time to comprehend.
Who knows, they could’ve had bigger dreams than mine before permanently being laid to rest.
Either way I’m learning by living.
Serenading my ambition.
Sending bombs to no mans lands,
A part of my mind that shouldn’t have be penetrated.
With an annex to my heart, and a well to the pit of my soul.
I stand guard at the pinnacle.
Pens cocked like assault riffles, verbal grenades, bazooka mics, and adjectives shaped like pocket knives.
Leighrick, Poetic Renegade.
I am protecting my aspirations,
acquiring strength through the trails & tribulations.
Cant close my eyes, but
at the same time
I’m trying to secure my visions.
Its already challenging to handle the taunts of temptation.
Mirages of freedom, a depleted cold world,
The sun keeps my heart warm, and I’m not thirsty yet.
I’m just trying to [be]Live my dreams, but
if they’re on a steady hunt to shoot em down —
I gotta make My Dreams, My Reality.