Satisfaction of Dreaming

Here I am again...
I never really left...

But then again I never really stayed.

I'm forever changing...

A wild thing...
Who...
Wants some comfort...

But who still doesn't want to be tamed.

I'm not sure where I am going now...
But you'll see me some day.

I can't help but feel powerful.
I can't help but feel alone...

Time is ticking...
I'm still breathing...

Waiting...

Inspiring as many people as I can.

Because we were all strangers at one time...

I still remember to be myself.
Every day.

I look into the mirror and slowly watch myself grow up...
And those around me.

Scared to death of aging...

I feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket...
Surrounded by warm things to keep me here...

But I'm still thrown out in the cold...
To face things on my own...

Sometimes I shield my own face...
Or turn the other cheek...

But I still remember being that little girl...
Who was too scared to ask for help...

And who sometimes still is...

I'm independent...
But dependent...

Who wants to be alone...
But scared to ever be left alone.

When did I cross that bridge into being a woman?
I really don't remember...

We always want to be older when we are younger...
And when we are older we can't help but want to be younger...

Have we found the solution yet?

I'm always stopping...
Always thinking...

Taking in what is around me...
Remembering how it is...

Life isn't supposed to be moving so fast...
But God does it feel like it...

When did time win the race?

Was my heart too slow?

I'll catch up one day...
And I wonder what will happen then.

Sleeping with the satisfaction of dreaming...

So therefore...
I dream.