Intentions and Words

I'll pave the path not yet paved and lay it out my own way reflecting how thoughts behave as I journey this maze of life each day. Survival will not suffice after my foundation does arise to serve to steady nerves that surface as I surge head first in a search to succeed and I first second and third a thirst to not desert my needs however bad the hurt at its worst degree knowing these strong words have no worth to me if strong words are all these words can be. Should I fake movement and act out actions like actors for image improvement when actually being active factors and fronting while being inactive will only suck me backwards and no luck alive will retract me back nor will words. Cus these inspiring sounds I write don't sight activity but do unearth reserves of fight and positivity, preserved in my core as though separate to this reality, spares, but once stirred appear to emerge and merge with a fresh vitality refreshing this purged willed personality now bravely portraying the ways of a renegade though still a lemon and not yet lemonade fizzing with not afraid in this littered beaten bitter escapade of ignorance and cluelessness verse on how to deliver a path I wish to pave. Strong willed with the aim of a numpty impersonating Humpty Dumpty while just now one thought runs free.... I want a path I cannot pave.... Have I found the Trump in me?