When we were young, and bruised of knee,

We\'d tell ourselves stories about the future. 

We\'d say how clever, beautiful, and rich we\'d be. 

And what we\'d look for in a suitor. 


We\'d think of our houses, or castles, 

With a partner we loved more than life. 

Our kids, those adorable little hassles, 

And a job with tons of money, but no strife. 


We\'d think about our...destiny, 

This perfect life, with no worry. 

And a moment, with clear chemistry, 

Where we knew we were right, in our theory. 


Now I\'m older, and somewhat lesser in surety, 

Instead of looking for the perfect moment, 

I feel the peace, with love and purity, 

Happiness in the life I have chosen.