As I sit alone, talking to myself 
I stare at the books upon my shelf. 
They remind me of what I want to be. 
And why the future calls to me. 

I dream big, never small. 
It's either that or not at all. 
I stay adamant of what I love. 
Because i feel like it's a message sent from above. 

I find peace, whenever my fingers travel through blank pages. 
I think of what I haven't done in ages. 
When an idea comes to me, I'am reminded of what I want to be
And why the future calls to me. 

I'm different, not like everyone else that I know. 
I find joy in writing about what I feel. 
Even though it may not be real.
Even though to some, it may not be a very big deal. 

Still, I write what I please. 
And I do this with ease. 
It reminds me of what I want to be.
And why the future calls to me.