Excuse for a minute I'm just having a bit of confusion  
You see, my entire identity is giving me some delusion
I don't who I am or where I'm going
They say it's normal; the experience of growing
Since when was psyche slandering of innocent so beautiful?
I didn't know one descicion could be so meaningful
Which dream do I chase?
At this age begins the race
To run to my future
But I face so much pressure
Im not sure which life will be missed
The city or the campus? Neither can I resist
I am an athlete I am musician I am a student
Sorry Dad, but I'm also not the most prudent
Which world holds a life that is brighter?
All that matters now is that I am a writer