
Legs crossed as I lay down, in my hand a pen, and my notepad lays gentle on the matress; blankly staring at me while in my head the thought of an empire colliding with stray thoughts.
With a perfect smile imprinted on my face I let the vision creeped out jotting down the words. Funny I'll become a poet but then it's beautiful, isn't it? And I'll love to share with friends and those beyond the borders.
And perhaps, I might end up building that empire.
A mistake I hope to correct
A heart I hope to touch
An empire I owe no allegiance to.

