Poem (Untitled)

I moved powered by an engine,

of focus and dreams,

bodied by ideas and imagination,

They stalk me every second,

they haunt me in my sleep.

Even when failure lurks in the corner,

like a bald vulture on a tree,

i shoot to the stars,

my motivation remains forever young,

in the pursuit of happiness,

in every belief in myself,

in every motion to pen,

i am a writer,

that i shall always remain.