Treasure Island

Steven Harris


Childhood Dreams


When your young you have dreams
but as you get older it always goes out the window
you find other passions
other dreams
your views on everything change every year
things move on
and childhood dreams vanish
you wish deep inside you could hold on to them
but you can't
other things get in the way
work, girlsfriends, bills, alcohol
everything get's in the way
it kills everything you wanted as a child
puts all those dreams in the fire
and burns them up
you may live your dreams when you reach adulthood
but there the dreams you found as you aged
there not your childhood dreams
i wish i could get those dreams back
dreams of being up in space
dreams of being a superhero
i miss those dreams
i miss those childhood dreams.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

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