They ask me questions.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
An actor.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
A singer.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
Someone who helps others.

They kept asking.
They kept wondering.
They wanted an answer
I want to be
whatever you
want me to be
I want to be
I want to be
I want to be
I want to be
someone who owns
a coffee shop.

No questions asked,
they finally
accepted my answer.

I didn't really want to
but there was something poetic
about owning a coffee shop.

They continued
asking me questions.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
I don't know.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
I don't know.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
To get good grades.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
To be happy.

They accepted it
because it was what
every one else said.

But all I wanted
for my new years
resolution was
to be lost,
to find myself.