Chills

The little things that we dream Looking forward to be the cream The whispers that we here and The chills that we feel…. We twist and turn, Crush and crumble And wait for the day to cross the hurdle And when that is done, we open our wings And take a breath to see the world, for what it is The fragrance of successes, the hard work that matter The sourness of failure, can bring back the greater The power of our passion can turn things up and down If not today then the next, surely you can be your best.