We've all been asked this question
And we all had an idea when we were young.
Doctors, Lawyers, Astronauts.
It was a beautiful dream.
But when we realised
That reality isn't as beautiful
We were all at a loss for words
We all were lost.
We thought we had to choose something
Stable.
Boring.
We thought we had
To narrow our thinking
To society's standards
Until one day
We stopped.
We stopped thinking wisely
And using that logical part of our brain
Telling us to be smarter
Instead we decided
To go in the direction
Of something
That gave us hope.
Something that
Made us feel alive.
And from that day onwards
We're in this dream
Living in the state of wonder and beauty.
Constantly
Living.
And after all this time
We finally realised
That if people had to ask us the question
"What do you want to become?"
We'd still be clueless
Because we never want to stop dreaming.
Because the reality we created
Is enough for us.