Then, as a child, the limits set in
Thinking how naïve we have been
We still dreamt though,
Ideas we never expected to outgrow;
Or so we thought,
And our minds sought –
for approval that we never got,
‘No, that doesn’t pay well’
‘Why do you want to work in a hotel?’
The dreams with wings crashed
But still dreaming, unabashed.
Now we’re almost at the brim,
The future seems grim;
Do our dreams take shape of our mind,
Or follow what we’re told; blind?