I'm getting much older, it's getting so clear,
At least by now I thought I'd have a career.
I was doing so well at one point in time,
I kept myself safe and away from most crime.
But the time to accomplish my goals is at hand,
And I've got to move quickly to fulfill what I've planned.
Each day that passes, your choices are made,
You create your own destiny, should you be afraid?
One day at a time doesn't seem like enough,
But only a critic would think of this stuff.
So I suppose I'm a critic but one of a kind,
I am simply a critic of my very own mind.
One way or another I have to think fast,
Taking along what I've learned in the past.
If I turn my dreams into a destination,
I can leave the rest up to my imagination.
My subconscious mind will deliver the rest,
Then you will see just how much I've been blessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.