Growing up with a dream.
Moving through life feeling as if it's slipping through the seams.
Everyday seeing a bit of it fall into pieces not knowing what it means.
I was told growing up that not all dreams are what they seem.
Some continue to be nothing but a dream, while others grow up to be exactly what they always wanted to be.
Where am i?
In the middle of life with my dreams as far as the end of the sea.
Should i give up now?
Or should i continue and hope i'll see everything i wanted to see,
And hope that in the end of my life i can tell my family i became everything they wanted me to be.