She started with her head faced down,
A pen in her hand withdrawing her options,
No matter, she tried after some helpful criticism.
She pictured the story in her head, their love...
She imagined the story in her head, their death...
The girl with her unbelievable destiny, stopping short,
The pen just felt nice, dreaming bought her upon a pencil.
The action that played out in her head,
Bought nothing she wished to achieve.
So she chose the hard road, building her strengths,
Listening to her weakness, learning them and playing them.
She put everything aside, not her wisest option,
She took a risk not everyone was positive about.
That girl, believed, in a fantasy: yes or no,
She believed in a reality which had fantasy,
And a dream to be taken on,
Which no one knew off, the future will tell her story?