Once a kid just having fun,
Now facing paths that I must run.
Which one is best for me?
Who am I going to be?
So far I’ve been a busy bee,
Just ask my parents, they’d agree.
When I start to feel run-down,
I give a smile and ditch the frown.
Trying hard to be my best,
Realizing that I am blessed.
I think, “Why should I complain?”
When half of our world is in so much pain,
So instead of going with my friends,
I get out paper and some pens.
Sitting down and doing schoolwork,
They just say that I’m berserk.
They may think that they are right,
But I know that my futures bright.
There will be cheers and also tears,
As I go throughout the years.
Will someone pick me off my feet?
Or will my life be incomplete?
These are questions that I ponder,
As I continue to run and wander.
Each new day is a blast,
But time is going by too fast.
Coming toward the intersection,
With so many different directions,
But in the end I know who I am,
And that I’m doing the best I can.
For that’s all that really matters,
During life and all its chatter.
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