Don Quixote— The Life of a Dreamer

 When I was young,

A wee little lass,

I dreamt of things beyond my grasp

Of floating in space

Of being on stage

Living innocently like I lived back then

I had those huge dreams

(And little ones too)

Which all youngsters my age had

I always thought—

"It'll happen! Why not?

For in fairytales, dreams always come true."

And yes, they did.

For my dreams were small

And my parents made them all come true

But time and tide

Never stopped, went on

As I grew, matured, not that young anymore

And now I think—

"Were those dreams not meant for me?"

Or simply a path I never pursued

And those few dreams,

Which still seem feasible

Are goals, not dreams. I work towards them

Change was inevitable

New dreams replaced old

Now my fantasies, far different from before

I dream of joy.

Of friendships and family

A reflection of the changes in me

But what about the past?

Those naive dreams

The culmination of a rich imagination

Some, I forgot 

Some, I gave up

But some I still cherish, I dream of even now

Disneyland and skydiving;

Travelling and living in books.

Childhood dreams of mine, residing in my heart

For I am still a child—

Who is not?

Don't we grow, striving to fullfill them?

Strive, I will

Even if it takes time

These dreams of mine keep an innocent kid alive

And when they come true

I'll dream some more

Of something more adventurous, more exciting

Ambitions, delusions,

Hopes and daydreams

What else can one do with such overflowing imagination?

For I am a dreamer

And dream, I will

A bit impractical, but so am I, Don Quixote

Don Quixote- An impractical idealist