succeeded

A sleep is not a sleep

until overwhelmed by dreams

endeavors my god the endeavors 

wide awake they keep me 

my foes shapeshifted into my friends 

their forked tongue spewing venom

portion of betrayals and sorrows 

gushed down my throat as i play pretend 

sea shell would whisper all the names that they'd been calling me

i'd still fish hope from a dying sea 

every now and then the tectonic plates of misfortune would shake 

and the clouds of darkness would break 

I 'd tumble everytime I see impending doom near

Yet with bare hands i'd scale moutnains of fear 

through stormy madness i steer with all my might 

death tried to check mate but i ain't giving up without a fight 

with words I would thatch my shattered roof 

something was still a miss,something felt aloof

although things were going rhyme and fine 

my knees would crumble from the load of time 

my patience began to wane in rage 

i was craving a stage, craving a stage 

my crown this mic and my audience my subjects 

i'd absorb all the applause that i'd get 

I was thrown into the cannon of fire 

they thought i couldn't make it

i came back gold 

my fate my armour 

and i had suceeded 

so i am standing tall ready to what lies ahead 

and i am most certain that i am not done yet