When I was six, I was always in a fix
I wanted to be a guitarist like Jimmy Hendrix
When I became seven, I recognized my argumentative fire
So I though why not one day should I become a lawyer
Then I moved on as I crossed the eighth pedestal
I decided that I am too tired of boring jobs so I will write a gospel
But soon at nine I was too French to take up a book
So I realized that it was my destiny to become a famous cook
But the gravy dried as soon as I went into double digits
I raced down the road as my watch counted the minutes
But too fast and too soon, I lost my zest to run
At eleven, I thought I would be the perfect soldier with a gun
Then came year twelve, books took over once again
I should be a doctor, I thought, saving men from their pain
Year thirteen was the most surprising year of my short life
I thought enough is enough lets be a sage fighting it out as a strife
As teenage deepened with year fourteen
All I could dream of was lights camera action and the wide screen
With fifteen years on my back
I decided to live an adventure roaming around with a backpack
Now the years moved fast,
Dreams became rare and looked ephemeral to last
As I became eligible to drive a car
All I could think of was a clear road to a land too far
By the time I entered college, I was destined to be an engineer
Though my fickle minded heart still believed that one day I would be a musketeer
As I graduated in the spring of two thousand eight
My heart was heavy with an unknown weight
Today I am confused, about what I will become one day
A manager, its all so obvious most say
But somewhere inside the little boy whispers to me
You can do whatever you like and do whatever as long as your mind is free
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