The Beginning of Something
They asked me what I want to become,
As I glared at myself repeating the question.
Who do I want to be, where do I want to go,
Where do I see myself in the next 20 yrs?
I dream to become rich one day.
Rich with happiness and all virtues.
They say then work towards your dream,
But I see no beginning.
They asked me how am I going to achieve my dream,
And I blinked cluelessly.
They then asked me to not wait for oppurtunities,
But grab them as they come by.
All they dont understand is that,
I could'nt see what they saw.
They asked me to do what I'm good at,
And all I could think of was a pen and paper.
Am I good at writing? I questioned myself.
My empty mind had nothing to say other than,
The least you can do is try to make yourself better,
By expressing your thoughts.
And thus I began scribbling my feelings,
Here I am trying to figure myself out.
I dont know where this is going to lead,
I dont know how things would turn about.
I'm sorry I have no answers right now,
All I know is that I believe in myself.
I wouldn't let myself die before I die,
All I know is that I will survive.