I used to dream.

I used to dream.

I’d dream that I was old enough

to tie my shoes,

then I could and so

I’d dream that I was old enough

to cook my food,

then I could and so

I’d dream that I was old enough

to go to bed later than 10 pm

then I did and so

I’d dream that I was old enough

to drive

then I could and so

I’d dream that I was old enough

to call myself an adult

and now I can.

I’m old and adulting

and I’ve stopped dreaming.

I’m stuck longing for the past,

wanting to be so care-free

and so free of responsibility

that I dream again.

I had a dream.

Today, I had a dream.

I didn’t compromise my responsibility,

yet I found a way to dream.

I dream again.

I adult and dream

again.