Picture of Me (Months Later)

I once wrote a poem about what I was going to do
Next year.
All the different roads I had to choose from.
Some of you might've read it.
But for those who didn't
One of the roads I had proposed was to go to college.
All of you know that would be way to normal for me.
The next road I saw was the one that lead to Riverside, California
To live with that retarded hairy man-beast.
Obviously, there is no way in Hell that I'm doing that.
Another road I saw was the one leading to
Missions.
It was quickly thrown out.
I had another road that involved me going to Wichita and
Starting that new life there.
But, I can't see myself living anywhere that involves me
Leaving this stupid small town I've fallen in love with.
That stupid small town road is the one I'm on now.
I couldn't be happier because
I feel supported.

Now the real road I see before me,
I walk confidently now
With someone right beside me.
I don't know how this road would
Be without him.

Now the real problem is
What do I do now?
I see before me a few more roads,
Though none of them are nearly as insane
Because they all have one thing in common:
Me staying right here.
These roads have to do with how I'm going to be
Able to stay here.
What job will I have?
What will I do in my spare time?
Will I even be able to write anything?
Those questions are the ones answered by the
Different roads I see.
But, for now I'm content
With finally knowing where I'm going to be.

With you
With me
And a life somewhere in between.