“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
It is almost a cruel question to ask a young person who is so hopeful and uncertain
That’s the moment that they pull the curtain
The very mention of that question make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck
And I think to myself what the heck?
A mask of confidence appears across my face
Hoping to say the words they will embrace
I pull out the smoke and mirrors
Disguising all of my fears
I answer with my strong and powerful voice
Inside not yet knowing what will be my choice
I regurgitate the answer I have prepared
To answer “I don’t know” I cannot bear
Knowing the truth stiffens my spine
The fact is, I can only see so far ahead in time
I’m almost afraid to answer the question
If I fail to take path mentioned
Will it cause me apprehension?
I feel I am putting my potential in a box
What if I fail at what was only talk?
Do I really want to know where I will be in five years?
To now know all of the disappointments and tears
That can happen in five years
Like Dorothy setting out on the yellow brick road
Not sure where it will lead
Longing for home, but knowing she must proceed
She knew she was trying to find the emerald city
In search for a brain, a heart, and courage for her friends
But no one knows where my yellow brick road ends
Somewhere over the rainbow I find my hopes and dreams
But it’s never as easy as it seems
In five years, will I find myself at the emerald city gates?
Or when I find my wizard of oz, will he make all of my fears dissipate?
This is the mask we all wear
These are the fears we all share
The truth is the yellow brick road never ends
It merely begins again and again
Because life is journey to a destination…
Beyond our imagination