I Will Be Me

I now walk my pace For it is surprisingly my master ace I don’t rush myself to fatigue I now reckon whatever is out of my league I don’t slow down to accommodate Lest I’m doomed to suffer obvious fate But that my journey be for a reason And that my arrival be in season I cease to be anyone I seek to be someone A solitary kind for the purpose of God’s Will Graced with particular favor and skill If ever I tread a course not trodden before I lean on God’s wisdom to open every door Then I will not look and envy another man’s work That I may work my work and make my mark Of all men who became at birth Few are remembered that walked the earth For many are lured by the world Upright men twisted, bent and curled Forming the deplorable sight we see Chocked and intimidated from what could be And that is why I must be me As I also implore thee to be thee K. Muitherero.