Sometimes I know something big is to come, to be and and know it will be with me. I see the gap in its greatness, not filled yet yerning to be great, complete. I know this for I am to be this.
Yet, I am in a mould that I partially fill, yet it is my destiny to be morethan this subset of greatness. I yearn not tey for this completion of destiny. I fear it – I hope the mould that is ment for me fits, for should it – perhaps I have grown in a unusual fashion and it will not fit?
But even though I am curious to know this greatness I see, that I’ve seen since childhood, this knowledge of more – I know not how to move forward to it, I am a race care in the middle of the road with no wheels, yet a road I am destined to follow and a finished that I will surely reach – this is a greatness I feel that will justify my existance. This will be my contribution – my greatness, the thing I see, I feel, yet today I know little of.
I am a bear that hasn’t grown into its huge paws, yet I see the bear, and so does every body else.
My greatness – will come, of this I am sure – of what and how remains the only unknown.
Stu