The Longer I Run

I know I am leaving life behind. 
The life I always imagined. 
The one where I grow up and graduate with a Ph.D. in a subject, 
where I spend half my twenties traveling the world. 
The one where I get lost on subway trains, or run to the top of the eiffel tower. 
I wonder though, if I continue to wander if I will just be more lost. 
There are two sides to every dime, 
and the more I wander, 
I question if I will ever find anything better. 
Will I close my eyes and toss my chances?
Just to know what I am hoping for. 
If life only worked that way, because I would be happy either way. 
I choose to be happy. 

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
 By: Emma Marie.