A little lost person felt so small in a world that oh, so big but nothing could compare to their thoughts and dreams
They liked what it thought; their dreams were unbelievable yet when someone asks them What do you like? They draw a blankness reply
For what they liked, felt impossible to do the future seems to clog the wheels stop spinning they question themselves endlessly
I really am struggling with a major for college right now. Right now I'm open-major. I thought about going for Creative Writing, but I ask myself if I will really get anywhere with that degree.