I’ve always wanted to be like Frost
And write poems of love long lost
But I question if that can be done
Since I almost failed English 101

Maybe I just wasn’t meant to write
Got to find a new career and change my sight
Writers live like paupers anyway
And nobody really listens to what they have to say

How about a dancer or singer like J. Lo
Traveling the world, nice cars and lots of dough
Who am I trying to fool
I know I ain’t that cool

Maybe I can study real hard and be a nerd
They all become doctors, lawyers, that’s what I heard
But I don’t want to stick no needle in your left cheek
Nor do I want to work 60 hours a week

Maybe I’ll just be an artist, sketching wherever I go
But daddy will never approve, that’s a definite “No-no”
Disappointment, broken dreams and time running out
Frustration pent up inside, I just want to scream and shout

Perhaps I should stop dreaming my life away
And start living as this was my very last day
Why should you care if I trip and fall
This is my life after all