When I was a child, all I could do was dream.

I played with toys and watched TV.

I thought of magical lands, roaring seas.

I was carefree: this was a common theme.

 

This lasted far too long.

Before I knew it, my childhood was gone.

But I was still a dreamer; things just weren't gettting done.

This had to change: not all of life is fun.

 

When I came to my senses, I was long behind.

I dreamt of success when I was young.

But that was all in my mind.

That time is over: that song has been sung

 

I know now that dreams are not enough.

You need to combine them with action.

Otherwise they are just fluff.

So now I work hard: I am gaining traction.

 

I am near to graduation and my family is proud.

But all I can see is another mountain in front of me.

And I am just one person in the crowd.

Maybe if I work a little harder: that must be the key.

 

If I study and give it my all, I can power through.

But I cannot forget my dreams; they are important too.

Work ethic is the reason I will never be jobless.

Dreams are the reason I am flawless.