Connection (Interlude)

Sometimes dream roll past like a spark in the night sky You can't put yo finger on it but you've seen it with your two eyes A vision that sustains life we call that commission Profiting from our passions premeditated prescriptions Manifest your fiction No one else will understand the diction Don't lose track of the plans you've once made Thinking bout it may make you smirk like some lemonade People don't believe dreams if there sweet like Minute Maid Walk toward your destiny in hopes of reaching the zenith O O they spat hate chalk it up to them being bulimic Once you get to the top the view is so scenic The world is nothing but obstacles to reach the souls that our beneath it Use your time wisely These remarks may seem facetious