Follow it Up

I will write my dream upon a white sheet

With lyrical lines and melodic notes.

My heart will be lost within its mad beat,

Bursting into the song that I had wrote.

I will sing my dream upon open stage

With a mic to voice the thoughts of my pen.

Exploding words will ascend from the page

In a euphonious ballad of zen.

I will chase my dream down the tune I pave,

And follow it up to the next octave.