Every day my philosophy class is tasked
To write a response to a question, today we were asked,
“Where do you see yourself in fifteen years?”
I am not quite sure, but I have many fears…

Fear that I’ll become my parents living in a small suburban place,
All individualism gone without a trace.
Neat streets of small brick houses,
With normal men living with normal spouses.

A white picket fence surrounding it all,
With kids on the lawn, kicking a ball.
Fear that I’ll drive a practical car,
And that with my career, I’ll never go far.

Working average hours, for an average pay,
Working day, after day, after day.
Buying groceries and things in the same old store,
Living next to neighbors, who I’ve come to adore.

Thinking in the end, what is wrong with consistency?
It is what we call normality.
I fear I’ll become brainwashed and numb,
Thinking this life is the only one.