Becoming

I sat and counted all my pennies 

And bought myself a chicken fry

And even though im losing attachment

I still love you so I could cry.

The other day I sat and wondered

How unbecoming I became

And now im paving the path

To many victories come storm or gale.

There is love on the horizon

And a plush preaching job

And with the whose who

I banter looking veritably tiptop.

I am the greatest of the greatest

The highest of the highs

And soon you enter my life 

So sweetly i could cry.

Now ive become stoic and clear

So pretty that I only see and hear

With a clear mind, a brand new gate

What is becoming now? Is this my fate?