Why is it I cannot see myself as clear as thee?
I look in the mirror and it is not clear what I am going to be.
How do others know me when I do not believe
the aspirations and destination that is meant for me?
As I look before me I can't tell the story of what is going to be.
What is my fate?
Shall I be great as all others see in me?
People are remembered for sports and music,
art and tyranny,
but is that what I want?
Or should I be blunt and say I cannot be?
Perhaps being forgotten is the fate that God has given me.
As many others blur away for no more eyes to see.
But I shall not worry
for there is no hurry
to discover what shall be.
I'll just keep walkin'
and they'll keep talkin'
of what will become of me.