Aspirations

Often I am asked what I want to be
When I'm all grown up, living free
After school, after all my college
After collecting all needed knowledge

I replied once, when I was quite young
Barely at grade school's third rung
That I wanted to become a scientist
And find everything the greats missed

I later said I wished to be the president
Before the world's troubles were evident
I wanted to make peace and happiness
And fill all of life's grand emptiness

Then I wanted to become and artist
The most creative, innovative, smartest
To best all those that has come before
And simply create more and more

I realize now that these won't fit me
And listen before you say it's a pity
This is what I've come to accept
In between the times my brain slept

Science is simply too much effort
And over all, I would only be hurt
My realizations wouldn't become known
The seeds of change wouldn't be sewn

I'm not proud enough of my nation
To aspire for a presidential occupation
I would rather live in our northern neighbor
Than to take on all this nation's labor

Art is my gift, my God given talent
And trust that it is well spent
But I could never become the best
For I would fall for the critic's jest

What I truly want to become
Is going to sound foolish, perhaps dumb
I want to be what few men ever see
I want a simple life, truly happy

I want and need nothing more
Than a place to plant my core
And exist with love and harmony
With myself and all those around me

I'll never need a fancy title or name
I never want to be on top of the game
I just want to exist, peace in my heart
Then, dear friends, would my life truly start