When I Grow Up
Poem that tries to resolve the existential doubts that prey on myself.
When I grow up
I will live in the top of a volcano
I’ll see the sun rising and the sun going to bed
I’ll look at the moon and the stars every night
And I’ll wake up with the first rays of the Sun
When I grow up
I’ll take care of my family
I’ll hug them every time they’ll come home
I’ll find them their favourite music
And join them for what they love
When I grow up
I’ll be whatever I desire to be
I’ll follow the clouds in the sky
I’ll hear the silence through the trees
And the pain of the streets
When I grow up
I will be a writer, a poet, I’ll be free
And I’ll write about dreams and nightmares,
About hope and anger,
About you and me.
And “you” must not be singular
For when I grow up
A part of a community I want to be.
I need people for the stories
Or they will be empty
– Just like me –
I’m not sure if this is my place
No idea if the ideal world is meant for me
But I promise I’ll build my future
Just as I want it to be
Little by little, poquito a poquito.
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