A single eyelash fallen from my lid, an opportunity for success

Blown just hard enough, enough so my dream is whispered into the wind,

carried to a high power for the verdict.

A singular powdery dandelion in a field of lost dreams

Blown just soft enough, enough so my wish transforms into reality.

Every birthday candle cherished, blown with purpose and caution

Eyes so tight, I begin to see explosions of shapes and colors.

Not a single thought other than this aspiration,

The dream of pursuing my passion and truly making them proud.

No superstition will be forgotten when it comes to this desire,

The desire for approval and validation from the ones it matters most from.

Tracking meteor showers for the next shooting star

To put my trust and faith within.

No concepts of failure until it begins to arise,

Optimism and anticipation turning into setbacks and rejection.

Constant reassurance that this is normal, this is normal!

But when is it enough? 

Too many pink petals picked to count, 

I need to keep trying.

Hours, months, years spent working because everything will work out.

But what happens if all of that time was wasted?

My last attempt, begging to anyone, anything.

I am not ready for my dream to grow dim.

The clock is ticking down, I’m grasping at my desired future

Why is it slipping away? I did everything right!

No more. No magic can change our plans.

No star will change their minds.

No hair, flower, candle, or bright light

can bring back my sunken, dissolved dream.