To Be… or Not to Dream?
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
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