What Will It Be?

I sit here staring at my cieling, 

"What will it be?" 

Is a question that is always repeated to me.

Every thing is passing by me going 500 miles per hour,

but im still in neutral 

"Life is just beginging" my mom tells me. 

"What will it be?" 

But not knowing is the best part, 

because as long I dont know I can stay in neutral