In elementary school I thought that someday we would have electric cars and flying saucers
Ready to take us to our high powered visions of new discoveries
In junior high I wondered if I would paint murals or become an intercity organizer. Maybe I would be a part of a new movement toward creative peace and understanding.
In high school I wondered if I would discover new microbes or write a book about better ways to relate. Perhaps I would work in a supportive role to highly respected officials, creating the next big new dimension machines.
Upon graduation I found that what awaited was jobs at the local bagel shop. My soul left my body and I became empty.