Future

Something to fight for,
A most do chore,
An always chasing boar,
My never dying core,
An axe that swings at my door,
My own built floor,
Never aiming for four,
Will always be my lore,
Always increasing for more,
My diamond ore,
I will make it pour,
And my spirit will roar,
I’ll leave the shore,
To increase my score,
Increase my store,
Stopping the soar,
Waking up the snore,
To end my war,
A armour that I wore,
To destroy the before,
The expensive décor,
Aiming at galore,
I will never ignore,
for me it will restore,
Something that I will always explore.