Years

“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”
I get sick of the question
It goes in and out both ears
I didn’t even think I was supposed to be here

I try so hard to answer the question
But when you have depression
There’s not an easy way to get the words in
I guess I see myself as dead

Or, at just 25, in the streets all alone
Won’t even have my own bed
Can’t do it out there, because, I remember, you said
“You get nowhere in life if you can’t do it on your own”
I assume that’s the life I’ve already sewn
For myself, I’ll die before I’m proved wrong

But 10 years is a long way to go
Don’t want to be pessimistic
The future is all tied up in a bow
Just my mind doesn’t have the room to flow
Instead, let’s be optimistic
We have to choose and pick it
Our battles, I mean
I know it sounds ballistic

But the future consists of so many things
Books and movies to see
There’s starts to new beginnings
I believe these are temporary feelings
I know you have or had dreams
But sometimes those dreams
Become a misinterpreted feat

I see a bit of a light
Can you see it too?
It’s not shining very bright, right?
But it’s there, and we think that would be enough to spark our delight
But I know that that isn’t true
Minds like ours turn it into a slough
If only we could move for a bit of a better view

When you move, the light gets bigger and brighter
If we keep moving forward, it becomes less of a lighter 
And more of a sun for the wiser

“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”
I still get sick of the question
But this time, I have a different answer
I don’t know where I see myself in 10 years
But I see a light
I’m going to keep following the light
And see where it leads me
Whether it’s 10 years or 15 years time
It’ll take me somewhere
And I think I’ll like it

((Thinks for reading!! I wrote this poem when I was 15 for a chorus concert. Thankfully, I was right to be optimistic in this poem!))