Decisions

by

Gary Trevose

So come on then my son, what do you want to be?
I've been asked that one ever since I was three.
Do you want to see Santa? Then do as I say.
Do you want to have good things? Then pray everyday.
Don't play down the lane, you'll get covered in mud.
Do you want to see Jesus? Then you must be good.
Do you want a good job? Then here there's no doubt
You must study at school if you want to make out.
Do you want to be rich? Or be mopping the floor?
Then you must work hard or you will be poor.
Do you want education at university?
Do you want to get on? Do you want a degree?
Do you want to have children? Or live all alone?
Get a job, get a girl, get a house of your own.
A semi-detached or a bachelor pad,
Do you want to have all the things we never had?
Do you want a career? Do you want lots of pay?
Do you want to work nights? Or toil hard through the day?
And now I've grown up, I still haven't a clue
About what to be, or about what to do.
I don't want to work in an office all day;
It'll make me go mad, and they'll lock me away.
You don't understand...I've been counting the cost.
Do you want a black eye? Do you want to get lost?
They're all very nice, but my heart never sings;
I can't live my life for material things.
What good is there in achieving the lot
If I haven't a clue about why, where or what?
You'll never believe this...I want to be free;
I want to be sane. I want to be me.
I want to be different, not blind like a mole;
And if I can see then I might find my soul.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at MY LOVE # 1
by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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