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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