I’m having a bad dream,
and it goes..

The fear
Tries to get me, my dear
There, I don’t know, where I go
The force of fear pushes my soul
To choose from many ways
To get out of this dreadful dark place

One leads to literature
I’d become a teacher
The other sends me to work
Then one to do artwork
One pushes me to settle down
One to leave my town

I could be a poet, a writer,
psychologist, therapist or an actor.
I might be a husband, father and a friend...
Where? How? As Who? Should I life spend...

Before I make up my mind
Before I try to be good and kind
Before I choose the way
Before I say what I want to say
Before I do what I should do

The doors are closed, my soul is, too.