I hate thinking of my life as a meaningless thing I picture myself on a moving swing I go Forward Backward Forward Backward Forward Backward Endlessly. Endlessly. Endlessly. "What am I doing with my life?" I wonder once or twice "What do you want to be when you grow up?" My kindergarten teacher told me once upon a time When I was little, things were so much more simple I could be whatever I wanted to be But that's the problem I want to be everything A singer, a teacher, maybe a marine I don't know what I want to be I'm trapped on this swing I go Forward Backward Forward Backward Forward Backward As I swing, don't mind my screams I already know life is not a pointless thing But that's my problem Because I want to be everything And nothing at the same time Forward Backward Forward Backward Forward Backward Forward.... Backward.... Forward........ Backward......... Forward................ stop.
This poem is a little personal, but I'm sure some will relate to me. As I get older, I know that one day I'll have to fly the coop and be an adult. But one of the things I just can't decide on is what I want to do. Do I want to be a rocket scientist? A singer? A teacher? What do I want to do? This poem explores that a little bit, the feeling of being stuck in paralysis, not knowing where to go, and being too afraid to go in a direction when you do know where to go.
