The Cycle of Dreamers

We all have wanted be grown up 

Hearing all of the hype behind it buildup

To become free of our restrictions 

And chase your ambitions

 

Following the dreams that you sought

By reaching for the stars like an astronaut 

But as we all grow older 

Dreams become grounded like a boulder 

 

Life was so simple 

Moments changing us as a ripple 

Time will not wait for you

The epiphany few knew

 

Don't you remember 

When Summer seemed to last forever

Being excited for Christmas and Halloween 

But it all now passes like a routine

 

Burdened from the small fruits of our ambitions

Once again we are barred with restrictions

Shrugging off all the hype from when we were ten

We all have wanted to be young again

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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