Impossible is nothing.
Why do I struggle to believe?
That these dreams are conceivable.
It may not be very clear yet
But I know it’s bigger than myself.
Dreams and imaginations,
A safe space for creative exploration
Time is a running illusion
Waking up to an Idea.
Reality and introspection,
Fears & Doubt carefully caressing
every Idea with people’s opinion.
It’s just a bad day, not a sad life.
Creation, created in the image of the Creator.
All of nature, its beauty & magnificence
The continuous discoveries & vast intelligence.
Is subject to me and my ideas.
There’s no monopoly of Idea
It’s not in everybody, it’s who we are.
The only valid question now is
Who am I?
On this journey of purpose
I’ve had to answer— what do I want out of life?
Do I just want my needs met and more?
Am I satisfied with my level of exposure?
How have I prepared myself for opportunities?
Discovering I didn’t need correct answers but
Just the truth, was kinda bitter-sweet.
Reality is true, but I determine what failure is.
My Desires 
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