I’m trying to create a life that I can’t wait to wake up to.
That morning jog and hot cup of coffee
A conversation with my dear diary Sophie.
A run to achieve some dreams
A new path to build new teams.
The hour, the day, the week, the month
Can’t wait to see whether 7th or 11th.
An ambition so strong and a heart so brave
A decision so right that I just crave.
For the day my feet stand tall
To see a name engraved as fame on the wall.
Waiting for a life that might not be all good
Yet waking up to it, because I’m truly blessed touch wood.