of dreaming big,
of adults telling me that I will be
amazing.
Hours and hours
of writing, reading, playing
saying
I'm going to be ---
I'm going to do ---
I'm going to go ---
what? where?
In a way, I don't care
anymore.
I've spent my life
planning, preparing.
over-bearing my mind.
after this, I'll do that
after that, then this
then what?
I know this life, only.
and I'm afraid I'll spend
hours planning and years waiting
for something that will never happen
because I didn't know that
now is all there is.
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