Where did I get this wrong?
This post is written by the kid in me. The kid gets up every other day these days, far away from the day-to-day problems of my adult life.
This post is written by the kid in me. The kid gets up every other day these days, far away from the day-to-day problems of my adult life.
When I was a kid, the world asked me to be anyone I wanted to be. People will ask me what I want to do in this world when I grow up. What are my dreams? These days, no one asks me, so I need to stand up for myself. :D
This little poem is based on my conversations with the world these days.
The world tells me to buy a house to live in when old and I tell the world I own all the land including the mountains
The world tells me to choose a career and I tell the world that I want to be anyone I want to be
The world tells me to get a boat to see the ocean and I tell the world I own all the oceans
The world tells me to live in one country or the other and I tell the world that I own the whole universe
The world tells me to find one person’s heart, and I tell the world that I want to live in every person’s heart
Are you really giving things to me or you are taking them away?
Where did I get this wrong? Where did I get this wrong?