Dreaming Young

There used to be a dream;

I'd be the best at something big. What that something was, I cannot remember.

It doesn't matter, it was a childish dream.  And if known it would most likely be determined as delusional and it is quite possible that it'd show the priorities and petulance of a self appointed and predetermined prodigy.

Sharing my Dreams;

As I became older and more mature there were certain responsibilities and socially acceptable thoughts and actions I had learned to endure.

One of these thoughts I now had to entertain was that sharing my childish dreams would brand me as insane.

I Lost my Dreams;

They are no where to be found. Did they go into hiding? Why are they never around?

I have to do this, I have to do that, there is never a break.

Oh man, on that last test, was filling in B on number thirty-three a mistake.

That's just a demonstration of my new found integration of restlessness.

Why I think they'll have a difficult time coming back.

My dreams, like a couple pieces of paper, became lost in a stack.

I'm Going to Take Back My Dreams;

Let go of socially sought after and thought of as good.  I will redeem my innocence and take back my childhood.

Are these Really my Dreams?

Thank God, finally at last.  It's been a long time passed since I've thought like my inner child.

Although, it's not exactly what I hoped for.  Since being a magical, sword wielding superhero even for me 

is a tad bit to wild.

Author's Note

I'd like to try an open mic night. Do you think this work is acceptable?