I am afraid to be defined.
To be have to answer with only one thing when someone askes who I am.
I am a million things but am asked for one thing to be defind by.
To live life with one thing while I want to do everything.
Everything is to much for the breif moment that is a life time.
And yet my heart aches at the choises made.
I will be defind.
Begrudgingly but inevitably.
I will be able to fill in the blank answer sheet to the question adults ask echother.
"What do you do?"
And I want to answer
"Everything".
