They say Time grants you
your deepest wishes
or changes your dreams
with itself.
They say childhood saw
a thousand wild fantasies
that remained a tale
between other books on the dusty shelf.
But even as I age and
as Time, the voyeur, passes by,
my shelf of childhood dreams
I dust away from the hopeless cries.
Each book I flip through
reminding myself of my future life
with the nostalgia of
a childhood for it that striv'd.
This shelf of a thousand wild fantasies
I have harboured all along.
They and they alone
Rightfully to my belong.
And each of the White Dress and
Solitaire Diamonds, Places World Over
and Unconditional Love,
I promise myself to bring to reality.
For these dreams have driven me
ever since my first breath,
and I will chase them
Till my last.
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