when I grow up; I would like to be a mad man
I would like to have never ending meals,from a can
I would like to be financially deprived;because educationally, I failed to rise
I would like to be socially
dis-crim-in-a-ted.
Due to enate hard wired behaviors that are so deeply embeded.
But!Until I grow up.
I would like to be a Doctor
a Chef
or even a Lawyer
a Singer might do cause I can sing too
I would have the perfect home
I even wonder if I'd be scared to live in it alone
The ideal life sculpted in my mind-
Only to be brought to life with age and time.
Intervened by reality,of course .
The dream I've been dreaming have been thrown off course.
Suddenly I find my self in one of the above-mentioned categories;
basing my life off child hood memories.
F. Smith
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