Yesterday i had a vision to aim right,
Tomorrow to live in that sight,
I scream my voice through the darkness to find light,
with a vision to make it big,
Skydrive on a long bridge on a triple league.
Everyday my focus keeps growing like a flame,
And everyday life is not the same,
I used to be a doubting Thomas in the road to safe heaven,
But i refused to be a craven.
A model by the name of aspiration catwalking on my inspiration,
Great is the show with respect from the audience and i thanked my allegience to my vision.
03/12/2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great stuff here man. Being focused shapes tomorrow. Keep sharing man.