Sometimes I think of what will be of me when I grow up.
What will be of me?
What will I tell you when I will no longer be?
Wait... Here it is.
That thought, once again. Here it comes.
I must not let it escape into the realm of my dreams.
I must not let it dissipate into the unknown.
I must act upon it. Upon my idea.
I will make it work. When?
I just don't know.