Wandering Mind

My mind is always wandering.
Back to when I was younger…
When I was small.
What I’ll be when I’m older…
What will I do as an adult?
Will I make them proud?
Them, my parents.
The reason I succeed in life…
The reason I am here…
The reason I try my hardest…
I wouldn’t be who I am without them.
My mind is always wandering.
Even to the saddest thoughts…
What will life be like when my parents are gone?
Will I still smile?
Or will my personality be gone?
My mind is always wandering…
And it never stops.