Light

Typing away to glory,
killing time like no other;
When will the monitor burn out,
bringing in a new lease of shout.

A chance to move on forward,
the once in a lifetime;
Will it bring new avenues and hope,
if within my scope.

But what is, is it money,
is it power or just plain love?
Maybe I don't know yet,
deep inside everything's still a sweat.

Lets hope the fire burns forever,
I have good support now for long;
Its all again a perception,
but alas may it not be a deception.

Its ultimately in one's thought,
one's destiny, but let me twist it;
Structure it I will,
till a pill golden stands still.