Asking

Here's a poem I wrote:

“Oh, what to do? Oh, what to do?”

Asks the child inside of you.

“Shall I play pretend, or dance, or sing?

Or sit around and just daydream?”

“Oh, what to do? Oh, what to do?”

Asks the teen inside of you.

“Shall I listen to music, or watch TV?

Or eat, or sleep and try to dream?”

“Oh, what to do? Oh, what to do?”

Asks the adult inside of you.

“I must go to work, never resting, it seems.

I have no time to sit down and dream.”

But then the adult talks to child and teen,

They all share their thoughts and their hopes, yes all three.

The child learned to listen, the teen, to pretend,

And the adult, he remembered to dream, in the end.

“So what will you do? So what will you do?”

I ask, sincerely, I ask of you.

“Will you be the child, no work and all play?

Or the adult who works hard every day?

Will you be the teen, who sits to relax?

Or will you be all three? The mixture never lacks.

Well, whatever you choose and whoever you’ll be,

I ask that you always sit still and you dream.”