Some days I wonder. Who I really am. I think if God has a purpose for me, will I understand. There are things we want, we know that make us smile. So I ask God, should I wait a while. My words are basic. My thoughts are deep. What will God do with this man named Shareef.
Am I just a boy? Living in a man. Why do I stand here like I’m waiting for a plan. I need to make my own. Forge my way ahead, for now all I want to do is rest my head on my bed.
