Some people tell dreams no

I tell them yes, succeed, go

Some try to hold others back

But they always have something up their sack

Dreams are like birds

They don't come in thirds

Unless they're demolished

But I'll succeed in making them established

Dreams have wings

They make our souls rise and sing

With a purpose we thirst to quench

That watches us from its bench

The bench that continues to drench

Our souls with that wrench

That instinct for survival

Our one source of revival

I won't wait and lean

'Cause I've seen

Many dreams' manifestation

I won't wait for confirmation

or need your consolidation

One day my dream will come

Some people will be shocked or angry, but not some

Happy will be my supporters

Yet another success over another encounter