As kids we say we want to do things when we grow up,
our words just silly things,
a princess,
an austronaut,
a scientist,
a rockstar,
later those our words become fantasies,
but now our words are different,
an air hostess,
a fashion designer,
a singer,
a poet,
an author,
a travel agent,
our words change as we grow up,
our fantasies sometimes come true,
but are we really happy with what we do?,
or is it all just a big mistake?,
our words turn into regrets,
then we become someone else,
we become hard workers,
issue filled people,
a darkened soul,
with a tired heart,
our happiness,
turns into tears,
everything we wanted turns to dust,
no longer are we what we wanted to be,
this was all just a dream,
do we ever grow up?
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Poetry: The Truth Of My Heart And My Mind
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