Aspirations

They want to see me, in what filter? I may never know.

They want to know me. To what extent? Only God can show.

Was I ever taught adulthood? If I was could I show... my dreams, my aspirations, things that I barely know.

I want things, almost too many for the brain to fathom.

In the end, would they call me madam?

To this I do not know, to you I do not owe any explanation, if I’m being completely honest do I know my aspirations?