Dreams

As a kid, we dreamt a lot
We could be anything, we thought
An astronaut or a technician
A cowboy, or a magician!

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?

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