When I grow up

At this age and am still dreaming of what to be when I grow up

My minds tell me to shut up, 

Wake up,   

And Take a piece of paper and write a poem 

Probably by the end of the poem my message and dream job will be driven home

And I really don't what job can pay me a ticket to and from

A beautiful city like Rome. 

But 

What I know Is that, 

Whenever jam pressed, pressured or stressed

When i  write at the end i always feel pleased. 

Its even more exciting when someone read you work and say you are talented 

Those comments always give me more urge to write as it makes me feel blessed. 

In life have dream to be many stuff

I. E playing basketball or golf

But nothing is more compared with writing

Putting yourself as a persona 

And writing someone else story au vitu tu mtaaini uliona

Its magic 

They are things which i  write and i can't speak

But am always sure someone will read

It is also disappointing cause  at a times it comes with pride and when someone ask me to write him or her a story i  tend to be rude

Especially at this error where everyone wants a poem for free

For growth purposes and so that  i also pay my bills. 

My writing especial  poetry i do for a standard fee. 

But the interest of the person is what determines if we will disagree or agree. 

Am still dreaming of what to be when i  grow up

But am sure i  will drink every portion in my cup. 

In whatever i  do my hope

Is that I will never stop. 

@ *SquishyPoet*