Growing Up Poem by Jacob Bland

Sometimes I just don't know....
What am I doing this all for?
Am I doing to see where I go?
Or am I just trying not to bore?

Sometimes my mind is loud,
Figuring out what's going on in my life.
Am I making my parents proud?
Am I doing this for my wife?

My future is way too blurry,
I can't see where it leads
It sometimes makes me worry,
Will I see it when I bleed?

It seems to keep up at night,
Looking for some reasons,
I feel that I am not in the light,
Or that I'm missing all the seasons.

What should I do with this plea?
I feel so lost, so down, so cold.
When will I ever really be free,
From the cell of growing old?