In five years

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“Where do you see yourself in five years?”


It is almost a cruel question to ask a young person who is so hopeful and uncertain


That’s the moment that they pull the curtain


 


The very mention of that question make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck


And I think to myself what the heck?


A mask of confidence appears across my face


Hoping to say the words they will embrace


 


I pull out the smoke and mirrors


Disguising all of my fears


I answer with my strong and powerful voice


Inside not yet knowing what will be my choice


 


I regurgitate the answer I have prepared


To answer “I don’t know” I cannot bear


Knowing the truth stiffens my spine


The fact is, I can only see so far ahead in time


 


I’m almost afraid to answer the question


If I fail to take path mentioned


Will it cause me apprehension?


 


I feel I am putting my potential in a box


What if I fail at what was only talk?


 


Do I really want to know where I will be in five years?


To now know all of the disappointments and tears


That can happen in five years


 


Like Dorothy setting out on the yellow brick road


Not sure where it will lead


Longing for home, but knowing she must proceed


 


She knew she was trying to find the emerald city


In search for a brain, a heart, and courage for her friends


But no one knows where my yellow brick road ends


 


Somewhere over the rainbow I find my hopes and dreams


But it’s never as easy as it seems


In five years, will I find myself at the emerald city gates?


Or when I find my wizard of oz, will he make all of my fears dissipate?


 


This is the mask we all wear


These are the fears we all share


The truth is the yellow brick road never ends


It merely begins again and again


Because life is journey to a destination…


Beyond our imagination

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