A tiny world

A tiny world speaks under my pillow| A calling to a narrow life of a hero| Dreams being spoken on a key of a brighten door| A tiny world in my chest yet I yearn for more| Each morning calls up for a new feeling| Perspective on paradigm shift is what I am contemplating| As the sun's light speaks brightness of authority| A calling to an elevated way of living| Awaken up from a dream of a cloud riding| As the universe synchronise it's self with my usual thinking| Respectfully according to the message of an angelic pattern| A good course of life charged through the moment of when I am praying| Through the crush I am still pressing| And through the dust I am still paving| On morality I keep on building| Till the cornerstone find its concrete standing| A tiny world in my chest I am still thriving...