Thoughts assemble brick on brick, like brick work lego
Each to his own to ponder nothing new to wander
But the shadows of the ship shapes images that nears
On shoreline, white flags waved; lighthouse we keep
Blank pages gather the courage to manifest
Hidden gems reviled, from shy once the lighting rays
Black becomes elegant on white background
Blemish is just an unfinished painting on canvas
False starts are just steps on steps, each step staircases
This far, this long climb this ladder this height to reach
The sounds works out fine, gym sessions, background anthems
Like the strides in marching on ceremonies, uniformed
And in a distance the sun sets to lay cream on the land
Shadows of the moon, it is said are still across the sky
Trees invite for rest stops pillows on roots and fallen leaves
To comfort heads the sky would provide the blanket to keep warm
In a distance the shape nears into physicality
The faint skeletons of dreams gathers weight
Into bodily forms, quicken the process
Its cruise control now, as it all feels so effortless
And now with chapters in book pages written
The close line, is this close to affirm, dream catcher
The fire will burn as promised until I finish my story
Grandpa told me, son yours is a legacy being written
