Something Chosen? Poem by kendyll brown

If by picking the place, do i really choose my whole life?
If by choosing a husband, ami choosing to be a wife
I look at all the places from california to new york
Crossing every finger, just hoping to get lucky
I see all the possibilities, all the careers along the way
So my biggest question is: do i really want to stay?
I want to find my calling, my purpose to be
Is limiting myself, to one place, the only key?