what seemed to be a dream
with lot of passion
now seemed , left only ambition
lose or win never thought
but I'll be broken down
if I won't give it a shot
imagination, will, desire
thorn moments did wash away my fire
this will keep moving
as this world evolving
it's nobody's fault
if marks make the distance
a way of defining once strength
for a particular function
but this is the fault, those
who don't give room
walk with career, leave small will
still blame time, for not fulfilling
what seemed to be a dream
with lot of passion
will keep moving
if there is a lot of attention....