finally be (this is it)

His dreams are his reality because he makes them so. in the beginning  he was alone with just his dream in tow. headphones draped his ears as the rhythms motivated thought. He would feed his mind and soul with all the book he did sport. from Sun Tzu to Machiavelli, then Robert green added. He read until his brain felt bruised and battered. The information he received helped him cultivate a vision, He would work day and night to bring it to fruition. All the doubt was removed and the fear since subsided, everything that he was crippled by, with his pen he would write it. Then expose it to the world so he was forced to change. Any obstacle in his way, he would destroy or maim. He would seek those in the world with a similar vision. He was moved by the way they used there pen, so he asked them to join his rhythm. It started with just two, with our words we enlightened, people complemented the style in the way we would write them. Now the third pen is here to put us over the top. this is all part of my vision that can not be stopped. I won't sit and cheer because there is much to be done. The hard work will rear it's head in the months to come. But i'm elated because this vision was much belated. Hard work and success they are so equated. This is real because it's the happiest I ever been. Yeah I love, but I'm the soul mate of my pen. When I'm on stage I get the greatest feeling there has ever been. This book wrote it self, I just used the pen. the play i'm writing got me all excited. Greatness is one the way, so I won't even fight it. I been kicked all my life, now I fly so high that the legs of negativity can't reach the sky. this is it, God gave me a reason to live for me. My dream of dying a poet will finally be.