That picture of me,
With those eyes that could see,
And that face that could smile,
And that soul that could feel!
Such potential energy!
But now that you are
Who you were to be,
Have you fulfilled your destiny?
How could one fulfill such a high destiny?
The potential is always higher than reality.
That picture of me,
With those eyes that could see,
And that face that could smile,
With that soul that could feel!
Life itself was o’ so real!
But now that I am
Who I was to be,
Have I become the man foretold in that picture of me,
Or did I turn out someone else entirely?
So many events that have shaped me,
Memories imprinted on my life story.
I have lived in so many lives
And have seen so many eras come and go.
Is this my final reality?
Is this the end?
Or could there be more destiny
Left in store for me?
Who knows? I am only thirty-three,
No longer young, no longer indestructible,
But i still have enough energy
To wield the forces of my reality.
That picture of me,
With those eyes that could see,
And that face that could smile,
With that soul that could feel!
That was me, an ordinary boy
From an ordinary street,
In an ordinary town
In an ordinary life.
Did I become famous?
Did I become rich?
Did I become important?
Far from it…
I became an ordinary man,
From an ordinary street,
In an ordinary town,
In an ordinary life.
The future then I could see,
The dream’s always more beautiful than reality!
Age of wonder,
Age of storms, age of thunder,
Idealism was in season,
Love was in the air.
Now the skies are sunny,
Middle age is here,
Age of reason,
Peace and calmness are in season.
You’ve already made it,
This is it,
This is the life that is meant to be,
And you’ve got to love it!
