He traces the map of the world,

Onto his soul and memory.

Making a promise,

the one he makes to himself everyday.


Because one day,

he'll conquer each dream.

Because when he's old,

that's what will matter.


You are what you pretend to be.

He pretends to be bold, truthful,

enlightened, the leader, the follower,

the dream that seems impossible.


He wakes today,

happy.

Smiling up at the sky, realizing-

everything is upto him;

Because the only battle you ever fight,

is the one with your own mind.