Stars in her eyes as she looks at me,

Something in the smile makes me still believe;

While young, she’s ambitious, well why shouldn’t she

Your gifts just a tool, to build a destiny.

But I’m afraid, or maybe lost

Ill say Ill learn, and toughen soft

Potential is essential, and is the essence of me

But like a broken clock, its all I ever see

The beginning works of a chance to be.

With my strength, I see a man

In the mirror he looks where I stand

He shows me that time doesn’t slow

Emotional from the motion is what I know.

Words on paper making lines and rhyme

Just telling the story of my eternal time.

Stories and poems that they’ll never see

Cause I have the tools but no destiny.