If I could snap my fingers and have it all now, have it all laid out, for my lifelong path to be sound

I might be surprised of how my planned mission comes into fruition and differs from my vision

See though I feel this way, so strong in my position, assured in my days

I only know of what the present moment brings, and the continuous humbling of the generated spring

For only He understands the time, the time in which He orders the seas to part so His studious children can shine

Everyday I shall rise above and give way to the projected path, as it aligns with the course of wholeness and the indigenous track

What I have envisioned, though it sounds elite to me, may just be another stepping stone, a different portion, of what really my destiny will be