"And the story will unfold!"

Look for it gently, yes beneath my pillowcase,
secretly hidden and guarded with love,
Is perched a diary, don’t handle with haste,
Filled with dreams as pure as dove.

Alongside those dreams bold,
There is a story new.
Envisaged with fervor, written in gold.
A story rare, a dream dreamt by few.

Questions are being raised, I agree things are unclear,
But yet there is still no looking back , there is no fear.
And I know in the end , I will conquer.
This is something to myself, I swear.

When the winds will be stronger
And the spirit will be bold
Inside a marble tower
My dream will turn true, the story will unfold

All the pale stars will trail behind,
A long forgotten lane.
The ones who doubted my dreams will be zapped.
And then all efforts to stop me will be go vain.

That day the trees will appear unusually green
The rain will be more soothing
Blissful will be the scene
The birds will chirp and sing
Beautiful will be the day
And the sun will shine brighter
I hear a whisper “The day is on its way”

Inside a marble tower, my story will unfold.
Envisaged with fervor, written in gold.