My Time

This story is not about what you have It is all about what you have been given Things you take for granted This story is not about what you have achieved It is all about what you have not achieved yet Things you do not appreciate Finish that sentence As the sun goes down in the evening And the time slips through your fingers Know that I am what I am As the sun rise up in the morning And the dreams keeps on I am what I was born to be This story is not about what you know It is all about what you have not known yet Things fall in the right places This story is not about who you know It is all about who you going to know Things have a way Conclusion has begun