IN 60 YEARS 🧓

How I feel I can't express Sometimes I'm happy, sad and I really can't explain I'm I an introvert or an extrovert That I ask myself everyday Maybe if I went to a concert I'll feel better and okay But will that make me forget the fact That I've got a lot of questions I haven't asked When I have my sit and take a big sigh I just ask and wonder why and who truly I'm I I'm I born to be an Economist Or I'm I born to be an Artist I'm I born to be a Singer Or I'm I born to be a Doctor Will I ever achieve my dreams of being a Poet, Writer and Singer Or in 60 years sit by my bed And remember when I was younger and just cry, cry and cry all through the night Wondering why I let my dreams die Just to fulfill my parents wish Of being an Economist It's not bad But it's going to be sad If I do not achieve my dreams And be who I truly want to be I just pray they'll understand And know that this is what and where I stand I'll be who they want me to be But I'll never give up and abandon my dreams And in 60 years when I sit by my bed side I would smile, smile and smile all through the night Because I finally achieved my dreams And brought them to limelight