So I shout hurry up young buck,
Only to be reminded that I am young,
Heard it said by everyone,
telling me,
Be someone, be somebody, do something, live your dreams.
What if I am running and not stopping?
What if I keep reaching for those dreams, seeking and searching opportunities?
It seems I am so distracted, it seems I keep trying to live a life of integrity.
Yet it seems that’s not good enough.
I’m not asking to be perfect, just a little progress.
But all I get is the feeling that my soul is incomplete, because I am not doing something significant!
I’m tired of it, just want to quit!
But my body will not stop moving, just like my soul won’t stop dreaming.
I could quit if I were dead, but we all know that’s not an option.
Its just a mere cop out, a mere technical formality of fallacies.
But now I start back from were I began.
The same old life, journey and hair!
If only I could be anything I wanted to be,
Would I change my appearance?
Would that change what I do, who I am, what I can be?
I heard it said that God equips the called.
But the problem is, I am the one that’s called?
Are these just voices in my head telling me lies?
Are they hiding in some clever disguise?
So many questions yet so little time.
I’m a bout to leave it all behind.
Start a new, start a fresh.
Leaving the thoughts I want to re-mesh
But who am I kidding, I can’t change me, this is who I am.
This is what I was made to see.
I would run and run and run if I could,
but my reality is never two steps back
And i finally realize that its just a race track.
So my soul so bold will do one thing.
It will STOP
and BREATHE
and REST
and SEIZE
opportunity of the divine, given to me in this proper time.
transition is my mission at hand.
