People seem to always ask me.
When they see me with outstretched hand
What do you want to be when you grow up?
First of all, I’m grown.
I’m twice the age of a teenager who enters high school.
I have lived their life twice.
And each time saw the same outcome.
Secondly, I really don’t know.
All my life I was told that when you grow up you have answers.
Only to realize at my age there is always questions.

What to do, when to do it.
I’m too old to be a pro athlete.
Too young to be president.
And too busy to care either way.
So I get I could want to be an attribute.
Like kind, smart, funny.
I think I heard someone over there said I was cute.
But kind, smart and funny doesn’t pay the bills.
And I don’t want the bills that cute pays.

So I guess I could stay in my lane.
And think with confidence.
I went to school to get loans
That would buy a house in middle America.
So that I could be uncertain about job prospects
And as a bonus I would have everyone on tv.
Tell me how easy it is to make money
But they are silent when I say I want a career.
They are also silent because I am yelling at a tv
But never mind.
So I guess I could just do what I went to school for.
To be an inspiration to others who are coming up
So that there are professionals who think like me.