When I was little I would paint grand ideas.
I’d cover the sky from wall to wall with holidays in Spain, adventures in New York and a time machine to dinosaur times.
And with all of my little weakened heart I would pump my very blood into them.
I’d wish and hope and dream for things to align and be perfect.
That somehow I could ditch the life I was destined for and lead the life I wanted.
I’d be one of those kids I had read books about who could manage not going to school.
And then I realized that wasn’t what I was going to get.
That my parents, my siblings, that my life wasn’t conducive to these dreams.
And so I grew up, keeping my little dreams to myself.
Always saying them jokingly, but also hoping they’d come true.
But I’m an adult now.
I’ve got choices I can make.
And so I am dreaming.
I am dreaming big.
I am dreaming of a life in a van playing music and reading poetry.
I am dreaming of a flat in London where I can feel at home.
I am dreaming of a world where I can sit and create art at the pace I want.
And I will make these dreams come true.
I’m not going to let these years pass by when I am young and free.
Every one says “Jump on the chance while you’re young”
“You’re going to let the years pass by and regret you didn’t do this”
Well guess what! I am not going to let this slip through my fingers!
I am not letting these dreams escape me.
I am going to grab ahold of these balloon strings and not let go.
I am going to soar into the sky leave this western world of point a to point b behind
And explore what life has in store for me.
Come along, come join me.
But do not tell me it can not be achieved.