There’s too much working in my favor, for me to change who I am.
I’m only planning to make deals for equal exchanges.
I dream constantly of trading in this hopeful lifestyle into a position greater then I can ever imagine of.
Allow me the opportunity to get
1 cent for everything readers can relate too in my poems, ill possibly earn a million dollars.
No failure I seek, because the summers and winters will be too cruel for me.
I have the best intentions at heart.