When I grow up...
I wanna be a rock star.
I wanna have a million bucks.
I wanna live in a penthouse with a built-in skateboarding floor.
When I grow up...
I wanna travel the world.
I wanna ride on the wings on winds.
I wanna see the gales and touch the breeze.
When I grow up...
And now that I'm halfway through,
I realize that some dreams are meant to stay that way,
Like the fleeting gust you try to hold on to
Lest it slips through your fingers,
And you wonder if it was ever there in the first place...
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