Some look at dandelions,
And just see the weeds.
I see determination,
And possibilities.
You see my mess,
But I see a masterpiece.
You see a lawn to mow,
Where I see a field of dreams.
They have their blinders on,
Content with what they’ve seen.
I have the gift of vision,
So, I wonder what could be.
It won’t come fast or easy.
This I already know.
When it comes to failure.
I am already pro.
It might not come this month.
It might not come this year.
But it will come on time,
Let’s make that crystal clear.
I will never be content,
Just doing what’s been done.
I am the up and coming.
I am the rising sun.
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thank you so much 🙂 there will be more!