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The truth is that I have no idea what it is I am thinking about.

With too many thoughts and too many minds alike.

Only my conscience does not feel like the others.

For I am split between a million personalities and a million ideas.

I want to be the girl on the board moving down the street;

Free of judgement and singing to the sky.

I want to be the girl in the dress and the diamonds;

Graceful and tall as she makes her way to a fresh dance.

I want to be the girl with the upside-down smile;

Helmet on and the streets a territory of hastiness.

I want to be the girl in sweaters and surrounded by books;

Pressing away at the typewriter, home a scent of imagination.

I want to be the girl who falls in love and finds dedication;

Remembering every night to kiss him goodnight and remind him of my care.

I want to be the girl who has no home and travels the world;

Finds a new day and a new place with every passing hour.

I want to be the girl who saves a million souls and counts each one;

Being there for humanity and guiding the lost to found.

The truth is that I have no idea who I want to be.

Childhood has passed and it seems I have grown up far too fast.

Now I must decide upon the final choice that will change my life.

Only question is…who am I?

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