Exist

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.