Hopes floating in thin air.
Inhaling to keep from remembering.
Suffocating in my own skin.
I dream of my dreams in gold with an exquisite finish.
If I hold on a little longer it’s like creating destiny.
Why give up now when my heart is so full, and I am so close to the truth?
Exhaling because I’m feeling faint from all my failures.
None of the doubts should matter, they’re nonexistent to my accomplishments.
On clouds is where I would like to lay, above all the things I’ve been dreaming.