All I Need Scholarship Slam

Some one asked me once, when I was nine,

what I want to be when I grow up.

I told them I'd like to be teacher

so I could boss people around.

They laughed, I was serious.

Three years passed.

they asked what I want  to be when I grow up.

I told them I wanted to be a doctor

so I heal the sick people.

They smiled, I grinned.

Another three years and the same question.

what do you want to be when you grow up?

an engineer, I told them.

the nodded their approval.

I smiled back.

im seventeen now and the question remains.

what do you want to be when you grow up?

 I turn to them and say

"an artist or a philosopher or perhaps an author"

now they are serious and I am the one who laughs.

the thing is, I am not as sure of what I want to be

as my younger selves.

but each of us needs something to occupy our time

in this world of constant waiting.

so even if I do become a teacher or doctor or engineer.

who I really am is an artist.

who I really am is a philosopher.

who I really am is an author.

and perhaps that's all I need.