These million dreams, hovering over my head.
Oh, I see! I thought it’s just a big mess.
I can’t even make out if they are all different.
But they seem to be determined,
committed to getting through me.
Thousands of dreams in my own sea of thought.
Millions of what ifs and I are not even old enough so far.
I have been cautious, not taking a chance.
Even if this glass bursts open,
I know I would’ve given it a shot.
They are all swimming in different directions
and all I can do is admire it.
Not having to follow a beaten path,
must be a wonderful feeling.