As a little girl, I was learning to be proud and strong,
Growing up to a perfect someone who does no wrong.
Head filled with dreams and desires and dreamscapes,
Yet knowing not where I belong.
Hopes, aspirations, illusions and delusions,
All dazzled up… like castles in Spain!
Time flew away,
Turning hours into days, days into months, and
months into years.
Transferring moments to memories and dreams to goals
Reminiscing which, seems to be a beautiful past;
And, characterising the other, a blurred vision.
Nonetheless, thinking it aloud
With heartfelt confidence, with profound ecstasy, with endless enthusiasm, and Keeping the child inside alive; I shall explore and strive towards
The goals, the aspirations, the ambitions
Those were once…. nothing but a daydream in the eyes of that little being!