The ceiling is empty when it comes to answers
but what else am I to look up to?
My mind is on overdrive
though my overworked body wants nothing more but to sleep
I am less than a year away from leaving
but where to?
The windy city calls my name
Hoping to make some sort of fortune or fame
but everyone wants something different for me
What if I am mistaken?
You spend your whole childhood wishing
Wishing to grow older, to be wiser, to be in charge,
just to wish to grow young once again
I am no longer a child
Maybe the time has come to take charge,
to be an adult
Though my mother's arms will always welcome me back,
the process is one so bittersweet
There's just too much to lack
Will i meet their expectations?
I will wait for the ceiling to answer me.