Push, Push, Push

Push, Push, Push, they push and shove at me trying to make up my mind for me, telling me lies and basically saying that my success isn't good in their eyes. I know what I'm doing, I know who i am, I'm not going to be another sheep herded by a shephard that doesn't give a damn.

I'm going to shoot for the stars and aim for the moon for the moons, and if i fall I'm going to land on a cloud and look below and scream out loud.

" Look at me now!" I'm sitting on a cloud yelling down at you, and I'm not coming down to your level no matter what you do. I'm going to do me and you do you.

So im going to sit on this cloud and figure things out, touch a star, travel on a comet, but what I'm doing you can't stop it. Its called success. and while you push me away and turn your back, call me names.

I'm going to aim to fame.

Keeping my head held high, and my thoughts to the sky, never letting the head hang low, and not letting the pushing from others stop the show.

While I'm up so high tell my mom I'm in the sky, I'll be home soon but i have dinner reservations on the moon.