When we think about our future
What is there to say?
It's something that's ahead of us
While life passes on everyday
However, when I'm asked about my future
My minds switches blank
I daydream, exercise, sketch and talk
But I'm still an empty tank
Yes, this tank needs filling
But what do I want to pursue?
What is my life long dream?
My heart cannot choose
Days to hours
Hours to minutes
I, staring towards the ticking clock
Watching every minute
Time flies by
I glance towards the empty sheet
Nothing to write
I feel incomplete
Dreaming one day,
I flickered my eyes wide open
The sudden burst of ideas have finally spoken
Thoughts sparking
Energy firing
Doubts merely entering
Sitting down on my chair
Ideas settling in
Reality from life strikes me within
The thought of being a doctor seeping right in
Relaxing my head back
Glaring up to the ceiling
Creeping,
Crawling,
Ideas,
Softly sprawling
My audacious goal.
It could be,
A doctor who decides to open her own charity
A Different charity
That decides to be new
A charity that works together
To cure the incurable Cancer, Aids and more
This is what I mean
Then helping those, and the poor
Suffering the disease
Building shelters
Giving food and much much more
Helping, giving, and kindness
Is all what I need
I think dedicating my life in helping others
Is what's meant for me