To dream of words is as trying to crawl away from the high walls 

Losing ones mind in creativity is risking a stable future 

The voices of untold stories wait as they scream their calls 

Society with its stone hands try to keep the soul in with a lecture 

Blank pages wait to echo their untold words 

Pen against the used to be alive tree 

To be a writer is a prayer I send unto the lords 

Characters with their personalities make into me 

My trembling hand reaches for far away stars 

To take the huge plunge is to take a unknown leap

Daring is what I shall be in order to be like the astronaut who travels to mars

If making it means risking everything I love I will not weep 

When a person awakens to reality 

They loose their sense of wonder and immortality