Moving on with Life

The whole idea of it makes me feel

like I’m coming up with something

something greater than our world

or the stars that paint the night canvas with light

a kind of euphoria of the spirit,

an elation of the mind,

that forbids any blemish of pessimism on the optimistic soul

You tell me that the time has come to move on

but you have disregarded

the sense of curiosity at six

and how far a curious mind can carry an imagination at seven

But I can look in retrospect and remember all of those dreams

At eight was an astronaut.

I could travel past the moon

And converse with the stars who were my only friends.

At nine I was an Aztec warrior; at ten I was the President

But now I am watching the palm trees sway peacefully,

reminiscing on the pulchritude of my childhood.

Back then we never had much,

but with my mind I had everything

and now I am transforming

my dreams into reality

all founded upon those of my childhood

This is the beginning of change for good, I say to myself,

because I walked through those dreams in battered, second-hand sneakers.

It is time to meet real stars in my life

time to move on and become an adult

It seems like yesterday I believed the misconception

there was nothing for me but dreaming

If you told me I could I achieve them I would scoff

But now as I encounter adversity in life

I strengthen my soul. I persevere.