Saturday, August 9, 2008
Singing rhymes,
counting stars,
wonder sometimes
what would it be like on Mars.
What will I be when I grow up?
Days gone past,
way too fast.
Primary, secondary, tertiary...
Education of which I hold no memory.
What do I want eventually?
Graduation ceremony,
photo-taking.
Jobs applications,
I sent to many.
Replies I received--there weren't any.
Except one.
I don't really have a choice, do I?
Just go with the flow.
I went to work though the pay is low.
This wasn't how I wanted it to be.
No, it couldn't possibly be.
This is the ending
that is not worth thinking.
Labels: future
Liberated at
9:55 AM