Let thy words be few,let thy words
be engraved with a small drop of ink,
let thy passion reach the stars,to
dream high enough and change destiny.
Our waking hours form the text,our
lives,our dreams the commentary.
Were imagination plays,figures melt
away fading in a paradox between
worlds,to unpathed waters and undreamed
shores upon the background of eternity.
Hope in our minds is just a dream,but
not for those that wake with the caress
of mother fortune.
Standing so small and yet so tall between
the giants of fear,failure teaches us
success in a world of caos.
Desire for praise insipired by glory, for
all true success........
......Depends last upon yourself.......