This is a poem to myself. I meet myself, wondering around aimlessly, and I ask, “What are you doing?” I respond, “Trying to find the answer of course”, in my usual sarcastic tone. “The answer to what?” and he looks puzzled for a minute, and then says “I don’t remember, but it has to be important if I’m still looking for it”. It reminds me of how I’ve been living my life, on a whim. I’d do what I thought was right at that moment, hoping it would lead me to the answer to my life. I’m now grown-up, whatever that means, and I know what I’m doing with my life, but I won’t tell myself saying “It’s better you don’t know, trust me, it’s more fun that way!” Smiling and laughing as he walks away. This is a poem to the 17 year old boy hoping that life works out.