When I was five, I dreamed of the future me,
I thought, is it what I do? Or is it destiny,
And then I went through what life gave me…
A couple of lessons, lectures, and cravings,
Some bad time, kept me spend my savings,
I asked myself, what I wanted to be,
Something big, so everyone could see.
A writer, a singer, a doctor, or anything I adore,
Or something that is gruntled by the one I cared for,
Now I’m thinking of all those moments,
Envisioning that 'new me' after I've changed my cant’s to can’s.
Now I’m gruntled of who I am, a poet - to be precise,
"I am the one who I wanted to be," that thought I want to dignify,
I shouldn't be embarrassed or unabashed to succeed,
For I really want to meet "That one person I wanted to be" in me…