What Was I Made For?

Poetry

I think too much

My brain is filled with too many thoughts

I have too many ambitions

It all so overwhelming

I want to study the stars, galaxies, space

But I also want to help people with medicine

But I could also be a writer

Or a painter

I could make my own start up

Or organize a charity foundation

I have so much to do and so little time to do it

But I have my whole life

My whole life isn’t enough though

I need to figure this out now

But I don’t know how to figure this out now

Make it slow down

Make it stop

I should write this all down

So that way I don’t forget

Wait - what was the first thing I wanted to do?