With my wild imagination as a child,
I thought about what I wanted to be,
A princess, maybe a doctor,
Perhaps a lawyer or even a writer,
The possibilties were endless,
The ideas enchanted me.
Now I am seventeen,
But I am caught up in the present
Funny how my present is preparing for the future.
I miss my days as a child,
When the future was dreamlike and beautiful,
Instead of a harsh reality,
Right around the corner.
My dream job is to be happy,
Traveling the world,
Experiencing other cultures,
Making life worthwile.