What sort of kid I was

I wonder what sort of kid I was
Whether I'd take the one sweet now or wait for two sweets later.
I wonder how I'd grow up.
I wonder what sort of adult I'd become and how I'd act in desperate situations.
If I knew I were to die would I take it with grace?
Would I bear the humility connections bring and realise there is no humility in being ones self.
Whether I would turn down ease for love and trade sanity for passion?
I wonder what sort of kid I'll be.

- Sleeps