Sixteen going on twenty

There's this section of my brain

That's dedicated to what makes me scared

It's called the future, and no matter what I think of

This part of my brain is always there

Always intertwined in what I'm saying

Makes me think of what I'm thinking

Has to do with what I'm doing

Prayers in between my blinking

I have many sort-of talents 

And not enough dedication to any of them

Like a Jack-of-all-trades, collecting pastimes

But hardly any good, just playing pretend

Because I could be an author, write really deep books

I could be a teacher, be a light in kids' lives

I could be poet, maybe express myself some

I could bring them to God with the stories I write

I could be a counselor, (like I could handle people's problems) 

I could be a songwriter, make music all day

But I can't see myself doing any of this

So all I am now is just really afraid

I know that there is a plan for my life

But I can't just sit around and do nothing all night

I know that God will take good care of me

But I've gotta be doing something on the other side

Now I'm trying to tune in and out the voices 

That channel through my mind

Filter in the problems

Filter out the lies 

The only thing I had to listen to

When I was younger then

Was the simple voice that told me

"Just don't be like them"

But now the train tracks spin off

In so many directions 

Am I not good enough,

Or just seeking perfection?