Ch 1 v. 3

my present is gods gift, my past makes me rich, finding my path i pray and dont wish, the future holds it own reward and risk, leaving a legacy before i cease and dissist, be at peace when im deceased, keep climbing the ladder until i grab for what i reach, treasure it because my destiny is mines to keep, but i wonder is the ladder to high or am i climbing from that deep, refusing to be pulled back down that barrel, my eyes down that barrel but my heart flies with that sparrow, my words at the tip of cupids arrow,  inspired by what made moses scream on the pharoh,