“What would you like to be when you grow up”,
They asked,
“Anything and everything”,
I answered back,
A writer,
An artist,
An engineer,
A scientist,
A mechanic,
Even a soldier,
The childlike wonder when i was 10 saw no issues with me being a mechanic,
He didn’t think that being a scientist or a soldier was that hard,
He simply believed he could do it,
Now i sit here,
7 years later,
Bound with self doubt,
Telling others to better themselves, while still stuck in a rutt,
Is this prison?
Is this what life leads to?
I don’t want to be a writer anymore,
Or an artist,
Or an engineer,
Or a scientist,
Or a mechanic,
Not even a soldier,
I just want to be free,
Free from the bounds of self doubt and self scrutiny,
Maybe i just want to be free from myself.
I don’t know where I got the idea of this poem from but I wrote it.. if u liked it do like it… Thank you <3
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