Violet Dreams

Blue Pens and "I Don't Know"s

My entire life is made of

Blue pens and "I Don't Know"s

I pretend that I understand

And know where I want to go

I want to be an author

Or maybe even a dancer

But in reality I do not know

Really, I just don't know.

I'm extremely indecisive

I do not know what I want

Other that blue pens and good friends,

My future seems to daunt

My mind is blank yet filled completely

With pages in MLA format

I need to get my head on straight

And get my mind where it needs to be at.

I don't want to have an office job

I don't even want to grow up

Thinking about taxes and politics

Makes me want to throw up

I don't want to be a statistic

I want to learn to write

If I do anything else than that,

I may actually smite.

I wrote this with blue pens and "I Don't Know"s,

But there are smears on the paper;

There are rips on the side,

Yet the words, there are none prettier

Because they are mine

And this life is my own story

And you must remember 

That I will write it in time.