The question of what should I be,
makes me cry indeed.
So I ask this question to the 21st century.
This competition of ‘occupation’,
Increases my hesitation,
And makes me squiggle with anticipation.
When I ask myself about an occupation
that can make me successful,
I feel like I can think of a hundred
but none that seem to fulfill.
I don’t want to be a doctor
nor am I interested in being at home.
The older generation..perhaps were selfish
They chose an occupation that only they could relish.
I want to explore the world,
but not be a pilot.
I want to color the world,
but not be a painter.
I want to be the creator,
but not be the world.
What will I be when I grow up?
Here is my will which is still unsought.