My Future

So this weekend I hung out with my cousin. She's a junior so she's thinking about colleges, and she asked me where I want to go. To be honest I haven't a clue what I'm going to do with my life. I wrote a poem about it, though.

As Me Again

What do I want?

Ask me again in 5 years
When I’m smarter
When I’m sure to be prettier
When I might know the answer

But a blur fades the time
And I’m smarter
And I’m surely prettier
And ask me again in 5 years

When I’m educated
When I’m sure to be stabler
When I must know the answer

But a fade blurs the time
And I’m educated
And I’m surely stabler

But you know the answer already
Because 10 years have not passed,
Except in my head and I’m
Not smarter
And I’m surely not prettier
Unless drastic change was bottled in the
2 minutes since I last wrote

What do I want?

I want to be prettier
Smarter
I want to be educated
Stable
I want time to fade and blur
To a time when I get what I want

And the answer to your question will be
Ask me again in 5 years