How terrible a thing
To crush a person’s dreams
With reality
And an evil thing we call money

Why can I not soar?
I am young!
What is youth if not possibility?
I want to dream, and see, and win, and lose!
I want to fall on my ***!
Then get back up and fight another battle!

I want to live!
Do not try to constrict me with your reality,
With your worry over money,
For such things don't matter!

When it's all said and done
You will regret not living
But I,
I do not wish to end up like that,
Allow me to dream,
My dear loved ones