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To grow up, was my fondest dream
spinning in circles;
I saw stars, revolving around my axis.
Outside my house I marked a stone,
Here, is where my steps will depart
On my charted future I will set forth.
Hence was fixed my imaginations fancy;
The wind came to congratulate me,
And I, twirling, told tales of laughter;
Still to come.
But in days that came, it was undone;
Stars slipped from my blurry eyes
My marked stone became disappointment’s prison,
A dreamer’s punishment;
On a cobblestone, long since cracked.
Blinded by those who ran before me,
Buried by foreign achievements.
My axis had long since crashed to a stop;
Restrained by tunnel vision,
Starring at the dead end horizon.
Shaken! Loose by a reminder;
Revisited by spinning winds
Reechoing my laughter
Lifted, brought my eyes to focus.
Uprooted me from my cracked cobblestone.
Unstuck, my soul screamed,
I will not rest my ashes here!
My dreams will revolve again
Not this, but the other way.
Life may have comatosed one dream
But, now I will shape it in a new theme.