I push back my plans
The way that I kick back the leaves
And I let them rot
Into the ground

Hoping, maybe
That they will bloom
Later on in life
Dancing under the surface
Hiding underneath the ice

I'm left waiting, and watching
Unsure if I will ever truly decide

What I want to be
When I grow up

Tall and strong like the
Oak tree out back
The one that shaded me in the heat
And protected me from the wind

The one that stood without falter
Through every storm
A few branches fell
And crumbled down to the Earth

But the leaves needed some
Company, anyway
Didn't they?