As a child i dreamt i would fly
when i grew into a man
grow wings and soar away
away to far-off lands
The kid has grown
the dream remains a mirage
how could i have known
dreams get lost in reality's haze?
Come bedtime i would dread
going off to sleep
least i would wake up dead
and into the night i would weep
Where did the universe begin
and where did it end?
how much and what did it contain?
these questions bent my small mind
Now, as i write this
i am content i sought answers
for they were seeds
now my life's colourful flowers
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WOW The kid has grown the dream remains a mirage how could i have known dreams get lost in reality's haze? This part is soooo True I think most of our childhood dreams got lost in a way or another Thx alo for sharing it