The Dream
Things were simple.
When I was younger,
I wanted to be a
teacher,
astronaut,
scientist.
Religion was a second nature,
where my sins were seen as tally marks,
that only met the eye.
School was my playground.
musicals
scripts
piles of books,
My own intellect.
When I was younger, everything was different.
Destined to be a performer,
The stage was my painting,
Creating my own artistry,
My own home.
But now I am older.
I learned the kindness of strangers,
a smile can mean much more
then a simple gesture.
People are temporary,
and will come into your life
only to teach lessons,
then fade away.
But now I am older,
Like a tree,
my roots have grown
extending into many directions.
Creating a trunk of stability.
With branches that hold
my leaves.
My own dreams.
I am older.
Innocence has turned into experience.
Childhood into adolescence.
Memories into philosophies.
Imagination into over thinking.
Home into migration.
Nightmares into dreams
And we said that we would never grow up...