To Be… or Not to Dream?

Ambitions are silly
Are they not?
When I was a kid
I wanted to be an astronaut

With my head in space
Fantasies of youth
Dribbled in and out
Like a slobbering sluice

A sea of choices
Drowned my heart
Of explorations
To the farthest star

I got a little older
But dreams never dry
Now I wanted to be
A C.I.A. spy

Then I found
My thirst for words
Quelled the swell
Of concerns

A flood of insight
Came to me
I realized
I could be anything

I could dream