Once upon a time, when I was a young boy, I had a dream
I dreamed of the years passing and the boy becoming the man, of the man becoming something more, something worthwhile, something people could respect
I dreamed of growing up and growing old, of learning and expanding, of creating and sharing myself
I dreamed I could do whatever I wanted, be whoever I wanted to be, live without regret and remorse, live a good life
sometimes I wonder why these things had to be dreams why the reality of the world has to smash down hope why things never quite work
what the hell happened?
I dreamed of the years passing and the boy becoming the man, of the man becoming something more, something worthwhile, something people could respect
I dreamed of growing up and growing old, of learning and expanding, of creating and sharing myself
I dreamed I could do whatever I wanted, be whoever I wanted to be, live without regret and remorse, live a good life
sometimes I wonder why these things had to be dreams why the reality of the world has to smash down hope why things never quite work
what the hell happened?
murkling:
we are where we were