To Be When Grow Up

You seem so sure that I'll grow up

I'm sure I'm unprepared. 

Will I make it to twenty-three?

    thirty?

    sixty-five?

Will I make it into Heaven

or eternal Hellfire?

A doctor, maybe? 

Lawyer? 

Something in tech?

Or ought I rebel and do cool art?

What about eating ice-cream

petting cats?

Are they hiring for that?