Myself

There is a point in time Is when climax is reachable Whereby feelings overwhelms you Is where the pencil is being sharpened And the hand starts to write The urge to move forward replicates itself tremendously Is when consequences have been thought Whereby decisions have been made regardless Is when the lightness comes in And the way starts to unfold The story of my life has emerged purposely Is when the goal formulates itself decisively Whereby contentment is the word Is where the intelligence is uphold And my dreams comes into being