When I grow up.

Maybe one day I'll be a soldier
But there's a catch, death scares me so

Or possibly a grade school teacher
But there's so much that I don't know

I could try to be a doctor
But those families, I could not face

Musician is always an option
But my fingers lack the needed grace

I could give therapist a go
But I'd be as confused as they

Or on a whim, become a priest
But I've forgotten how to pray

I'd love to be a ballerina
Save for the fact that I can't dance

I want to be someone to love
But I can't give myself that chance.