When I grow up I want to be…

Sometimes I wonder

Where would I be

If I could be

The truest version of me

Sometimes I sit and I ponder

I stare off into the walls

Hoping beyond hope

That it magically swirls

And reveals a future unknown to me

I think sometimes

What would I be

If I could be anything

And I think

Maybe

I would choose to just not be me

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