"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
How many times has this question been asked?
When I was younger, I would've answered
With a little pipe dream that I once had
A dream anyone would be proud of achieving
Now, I'm not so sure
I'm afraid my answer would be the wrong one,
now that I've changed,
and grown a little
Is there even a wrong one?
I'm not sure about that either
But I'm scared.
I was never scared before
So, let me get something off my chest
Let me tell you what I really want to be
I don't even have to be 'grown up' to do it
I want to be an inspiration.
YOU ARE READING
a collection of words
Poetry"If my words sprout wings, And reach into another's heart, I think I'll truly be happy To be a friend of words."
