Skipping Ropes

Skipping ropes, sleeping hopes.,
Linking ropes, slinking hopes.
As I jumped they awoke, we connected, moved upslope.
Now, I grope in the darkness as I reach for the top.,
Widen the scope and fasten the hops. Won't stop.
Won't drop. Never look down, won't flop.
I have the within to develop and the without to envelope.,
with success under self-driven ambition.
My mission? Well, I'll focus my vision and plunge into motion.
Going wild, without permission.
Maybe mild, for the chase... and gild,  for the race..
Maybe I'll set the pace and create space for the steps,
that come behind me. That skip the ropes of hopes just after me.,
Just after me, are my dreams chasing me.
The faster I skip, the faster the ropes,
the stronger I speak, the stronger the hopes,
and I'm amazed and dazed by the state I'm in. Fazed a bit, as I gaze at the future.
I won't laze around, I won't blaze my ground.
I'll set base for the ground and a foundation for the mount that I'll climb as I build..
That., I'll build as I climb.
Strength. Dreams.

I skip my rope, you skip your rope,
she skips her rope, he skips his rope.
We all skip our ropes, because we hope.
Faith. Work. Hope.