WHO I WANT TO BE
Now I sit with a dumb head this cold evening,wondering who I want to be;Asking destiny what I wish to see.i find my fingers doodling in the dust beneath. I look so befuddled but optimistic- "TIME SHALL TELL",I said to myself. Suddenly,
REALITY is dawn on me like a whip on an horse back,like a broken bottle in the feet. Feel like the future emitted rays of perfect comprehension into my head.
I want to be a Good man, one the human race will meet and love. I want to be your loving friend,because I care so well about you!,I want to be your brother which I feel really matter. I want to sail across the sea to a land of excellence. I want to tack an ever green memory to the walls of your heart, I want to be the figure that will cause my parents to smile, a figure that lends a shoulder and listening ears to my friends; I want to be unique. I want to be a Great creation of GOD! All these are who I want to be.