We used to dream of marrying our favorite Beatle
and cried when he married someone else.
We used to dream of being rock stars,
dancing in our room to the music as we sang along.
It didn’t matter if we had a voice or played an instrument,
we just believed in the magic of the dream.
We wrote stories and heartfelt poetry,
believed they were great—or crap, depending on the day,
but dreamed there was a chance that someday,
the world would read them and judge them worthy.
We knew they were pipe dreams;
deep down we knew they had little chance of coming true,
but that never stopped us.
In a world where YouTube and the internet didn’t exist,
we were content live out our dreams in private,
where no one would laugh or mock our efforts.
Youthful hope was free to thrive on far fetched possibilities;
we could be everything we dreamed
because there was no one watching to see us fail.
I miss those days of innocence,
before the shackles of adulthood
forced reality on us all.
Hard work can make dreams come true—sometimes,
but it lacks the magic of making it so
by simply dreaming.
~Elise Skidmore ©2019