Mistaken

Yes the wealth did come to me.
An ideal that where planned.
The grand scheme implemented
First this you must understand.
Once the truth bestowed upon.
Unsettled I’d became.
A pawn in other manifest dreams.
Id self-confess my shame.
Denying my own hopes and dreams
Whilst assisting in there fame.
A choice made, I would live for my own
Yet fact did still remain.
 
What talent, what skill, did live within?
What skill had I forsaken?
A keen conscious and a will to write.
A poet had awaken.
Written became my savior, from sin.
A slave to the pen, then paper.
Id wrote of greatness gifted me.
I’d write thanks to my maker.
Ordained now I’m creator
Now habit, it had taken.
Id seek fair payment for my love
Assure I’m not mistaken.