The Truth

February 26, 2014

As we grow

The question always stays

What will you be when you grow old?

Our many phases

Always to change the answer

But now I am asked the same question again?

Will i be a Dancer?

Will I fly a plain?

The truth?

I have no clue.

Even in my youth

I am scared of what i will live up to.

But for now I know I will find

My dream job in the undefined.

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