When I was very young, I didn’t have a dream job.
Some people in my class wanted to be firefighters
Some doctors, some monarchs
I could never see myself running into the fire
Nor could I see myself prescribing pills
A palace could never be my home.
When I was just young, I didn’t have a dream lifestyle.
Some people in my class wanted to be rich and move undisturbed
Others wanted to be a household name
Most wanted to travel the world
I could not see myself boarding a plane
Nor could I see myself discussed in another person’s article
I could never hope to be free of money worries.
When I was a bit younger, I had a dream to study at uni
Some people in my class wanted to do an apprenticeship
Some wanted to start a business, others to go to uni too.
I could see myself applying even if not in those who’d be accepted
Finally, a dream I could hope to realise.
Now I barely dream nor follow an idea thoroughly
All while the flames of the future descend on me
As I sit in my towers of inaction.