Alarm To Excel

On the wake of my call; I sought through the thoughts that envelops my thoughts with trumpets in my head; I lay back billowing, gazing into the thoughts of 'expectancy' Mirrors shimmering, showing forth my strength. Those are the days of struggle, the little beginning seem not enough at the promise that lies ahead. Why give up on the banks of hope, when there are much to live for? The road might not seem so clear but therein lies your path. What is it that you want, go for it and don't care. Dwell not on the social trumpet but swim on through your inner whistle. The lying truth remains such that life's dilemma's stem from the inner conflict of 'expectancy' and 'want'. So why bother when the burden seem not to bother your mama calls your sister calls- listen to them but don't fret. what is it that they expect and what is it that you want? listen to the call of your heart and therein you shall rest. You want to be this! you want to be that! why follow public pressure? with every step comes a close, so follow your heart and stride. Ten walks in the night, yes! nine narrow nights, and one sweetened dawn! you see THEM dancing your praise. Oh my soul to thee I pledge, I thank thee for the light that illuminates my night. with every call comes a sullen silence that slaps to give in I shall not! but with that lion I shall forge on to the front. My weakness might envelop my sight but with my strength I shall overtake them all. To the everyday music of my heart, I shall dance and with it comes I the Joseph in my Land.