What happened to my dreams?
when gazing into the mirror after my morning pee
a fourteen year old boy was looking back at me
half awake I saw my former self it seems
when he asked “what happened to all my dreams?”
I tried to remember, think all the way back
but my mind was slow, empty and black
what were my dreams when I was still a child
some were crazy, exhilarating and wild
I was going to change the world for the better
grow up and follow these dreams to the letter
but somehow life interfered, I lost my way
the goals were still there but I went astray
I turned away from the mirror deeply in thought
thinking of my life and what it had brought
we start out bright-eyed and with great zeal
rarely knowing what is false and what is real
we charge ahead, the world at our feet
not afraid or worried about injury, cold, or heat
we want to break right through the wall
without regard to danger or failure at all
but then we slow down, start to build a life
end up in a house with kids and a wife
to feed the family we work from morning till dawn
the dreams we once had are mostly gone
but when we get old with nothing to do
these old dreams seem to pop up anew
suddenly they are front and center in our mind
but during our life we have left them behind
we think that maybe there is enough time
to do now what we did not in our prime
realizing our dreams now would be great
unfortunately, now is most likely too late