Where do you see yourself?
What do you want to do?
In life we all make choices,
Which future is best for you?
Everyone always asks me,
These questions define us,
From pre-school until graduation,
Yet it feels superfluous.
Five, ten, twenty, fifty,
Minutes, hours, days, years,
Count down to our last days,
Predict your life long careers.
How do I say I can’t answer?
How do I explain without bluffing?
That when I’m asked these questions,
All I see is nothing.
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Author:
Beka Constant (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments4
Sounds like an empty career that lead to an empty life.
Not everyone maps their life out, stage by stage. Many drift through aimlessly. Some people are driven, others take a back seat. I enjoyed your poem.
Powerful
I think what it all comes down to is believing in yourself, and finding a career that you absolutely love. Great write. 👍
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