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.