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.