What's My Future?

Laying awake,
Forsaken in my heart,
Ever wondering,
Of whatever I become.

Will I live in a spacious house,
With a couple of dogs,
And a school of fish?

Will I live in a spacious house,
With a few pygmy rooms,
And a newspaper,
On the end table.

Will I own a tenacious sports car,
Bright blood red,
With comfortable seats?

Will I own an agile beat up Ford,
Putt, putt, putting along the road,
Changing my tires every mile?

By W0nT0n