Never allow the heart to die.
Never allow my emotions to run with pride.

Feel the light, and it’s warmth of rays.
Constantly feeling it’s heat in the days.

Revolting is no easy task, but warming myself in this bask is better than living behind a egotistical mask.

A soul of present.
I present a presence, of love and it’s full message.

I am no messiah, but a messenger of my own personal terms.
If I have a voice, I will use it, like loud sounds in a drum.

Or, proud miles that I run.

I ran, I landed, and reached certain goals.

But my dream will not end, until I die young and not old.
I’ll die youthful before I reach wrinkles and regret.
I’ll die truthful, if paradise is the reset.