My fear is not of material things

It's of a choice, and the ripples it beings

I'm so much more than a list of talents

Yet on them, my life hangs in the balance

The question is: who do I want to be

Is there a career that really suits me

They make it sound easy: Follow your dreams

But apparently I am dreamless it seems

This choice will define my legacy

How will people remember Jordan Griffie

I am not ready, I think I'm too young

But none of that matters, the time has come