I am in my todays,

I’ve seen my yesterdays,

In fact I made my yesterdays

My past and present days,

I hoped and hope for a better tomorrow

What does my tomorrow have in store for me?

Every single day I am anxious to know you, Mr!

My book is written,

My previous pages are filled with ink

Recently pages are still being filled.

But yet the future pages are unknown.

You are who you are for a reason.

Yeah, Mr, remain the enigma that you are,

For life to be an interesting fairytale