But Maybe That's Okay

When I was young and young

I would write and write and write,

Every. Single. Night.

I would read and write.

Then as I grew older--older but not yet grown

Things began to change

My path became unknown

Time to make decisions, to decide where my life would go

Days of constant questions: Where do you want to go?

And then I reached the point

where you can bend or you can break.

I had to make a choice

but there's only so much I can take,

I couldn't seem to think.

And the moment came

when I put my pencil to the page

I wrote and wrote and wrote

And the stress began to fade

I still didn't have all the answers

I still don't still today

Maybe my path is a little foggy

But maybe that's okay