What the Fuck Am I Talking About?

How much time do you have,
To become who you want?
I will tell you what, I know in my life,
That thought forever haunts,

Do you even know what you have to do,

To feel you've got it right?

In truth, if you still haven't gotten there yet,
I recommend that you call it a night,

Not that you've done any better than me,
god knows that I have tried,
Or have I? TBH I've never focused,
For long stretches of time,

Unless you count,
The years of faith I've held,
That all I've produced will one day break through,
Like an old sycamore that has been felled.