Wanderer

Composed 8/5/13
Description: A day late posting of yesterday’s Daily Prompt: Ballerina Fireman Astronaut Movie Star. (I did write it yesterday; other things just distracted me from posting it.) Anyway, as a college student approaching her senior year, I think about this question of “what do I want to be when I grow up” often. As a child I really never had a solid idea, and even though I almost have my major now, I still face endless possibilities, and my desire changes weekly.

I could never read the stars
Or find my path in dusty books
I wandered along with the wind
Letting it push
Here
There
Anywhere

I had no plan
My guide strangely silent
As a child I loved the wind
Its push
The possibilities
But now I long for a wooden path
And an outspoken escort
I don’t mind the where
As long as there is one

I could run in so many directions
And win the race in all
But which will hold the grandest prize?
I agonize
Which trail to take?

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