Thinking Poem by Michelle Hanes

I'm thinking yet my
brain empty of a though
I need the answer to my
question that makes my brain hurt


I wonder if the answer is
sitting there, hiding from me
It seem to be on the tip of my
tongue yet, so far away at the same time


So close yet so for the answer
continues to elude me add my
train of thought is running out
of its fuel also known as imagination

At this point, I'm the
dictionary definition of a
migraine, if you open one
you'll see a picture of me now

I don't want to leave my
answer blank, but I have
no answer to put in the
selected spot at this point

I'm answer less, with out
event a hypothesis or guess the
word is strangely appropriate
seeing as this science
Usually I'm so good at
this and I was 'on a
roll' until this question
This mind blowing question

The question though only
a few words is the hardest
one I've ever seen
in my short life

All it says is,
'What do you want to
be when you grow up? '