Never doubt my ambitions, I’m dogmatic to my inner Visions, extorting my mental curse that at Birth was given.
Inner vision pictures realities of such dedication evoking a humbled hush- driven by spirit, created from my mother’s dust.
In myself can I trust? Mass corruption? Man’s game of Rush? Limelight and egos? Desired flings to feed lust?
Play it cautious with my selections, my aim is directly set, I crawl from within my den- all hands on deck!
But a word for one man- then a smile for all of mankind- with a simple “mission complete” before I climb