The fate of my future
Looms above my hanging head.
Voices echo in my mind
Telling me
To go.
Why must we choose
One thing to do
And
One place to stay
For our whole lives?
Adventure awaits.
Life is to be lived.
The thought of settling down
Into a monotonous routine
Frightens the fear
Of the unknown
Out of my body.
I suppose I would like
To do more than just
Exist.