I once had a vision,
But getting nearer to it had seemed almost like an impossible mission,
I had to lean back for a while,
But then I soon realized,
That just wasn't my style,
So I got myself up and going again,
I didn't worry about the track or lane,
I just took my own route,
I could hear verses of a magical flute,
Numb as my heart would begin to beat,
Dumb struck and in slow motion I'd walk in the cold and dreadful heat,
And mute is the sound I would speak,
People used to stare at me like I'm a freak,
They always underestimated me to be frail and weak,
I let them keep that in their mind,
Whilst I top my game,
Rise higher than ever and sparkle thee brightest shine,
I'm not someone to boast,but truth be told the pieces of my puzzle seem to interlock just perfectly fine,
Time to raise your champaign glasses and have a toast,
Be this  the beginning of a well deserved and successful road,
Only time can tell what's in store,
But for now,
I'm racing through every opened door,
Any and every opportunity motivates me even more..