Right now I can dream big,
Fantasizing about the perfect house,
The perfect job, the perfect family,
The perfect life I'd like to have when I grow up.
The possibilities are endless,
I can dream about all the things I'd like to do,
All the things I'd like to have,
All the ways I'd like to change.
I can make these fantasies,
Trick myself into thinking they are real,
Going from "Maybe I'll get rich,"
To, "When I win the lottery…"
Building hopes for myself,
Both possible and unrealistic.
I can wonder endlessly
About all the possibilities,
All the opportunities,
I can explore 'what-ifs' to my heart's content
Imagining my grown up life.
Once I'm an adult,
Gone are the fantasies,
No more can I sit and wonder.
By then all the decisions have been made,
And I can't change them.
By then I already know what my career must be,
The type of life I will live.
And all that is left is regret,
That I never got all the things I expected.