My Path to Fame

He Had a Dream

I've got no silver nor gold

Neither power have I.

Nor fame

Nor name.

Scoundrels know me not

Not even rats have smelt my scent

I barely exist

Yet, I'm a success .

I hold dearly to one thing.

My greatest wealth,

My highest achievement,

The most powerful weapon I wield

I call it

A dream.

In it lies

My greatest strength

The power of imagination

The power to dream

With my eyes wide open

I hold on to my dream

Though nothing

 But a figment of teenage fantasy

Yet,

It is who I am.