What Will I Do?
What will I do?
I can't decide.
As in this world,
I must abide.
Where will I go?
Where will I be?
In maybe ten years,
Or maybe twenty.
Will I have children,
A house or a job.
Or will I be myself,
A big fat blob.
I have no purpose,
I know it's true.
The thought of it,
Makes me feel blue.
Will I have kids,
That will love me?
Or am I barking,
Up the wrong tree.
Whatever my purpose,
Whatever it is,
Maybe someday I'll find it.
Maybe someday. GEE WHIZ!
Copyright © Brandlynn Young | Year Posted 2006
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