Dreams

Hopes change and shift

but never leave me.

Childhood full of happy

after not so great.

 

Growing up is different

wanting more than a mansion

or a pile of money by the door

 

Growing up is finding

something new something great

the world afar

waiting to be explored

 

Or maybe having

people like me surrounding me

not people with parents like mine

 

Growing up is having freedom

to grow and change for your own self

 

I knew I had grown up when my dreams

had grown and chnaged

not living in my past

but a chance

at my dreams come true

This poem is about: 
Me

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