Shooting Stars
Dear Future,
How long did it take you to forget about your roots?
How long did it take you to let go of
childhood dreams in hopes of making adulthood so much more than it seems?
Have you left behind those memories of the
long nights and longer days,
consumed by school and stress and strain?
Have you stopped biting your nails or
shaking your knees when you guzzle a bit too much caffeine?
Do you still thirst for adventure and seek out adrenaline,
take risks just to check items off your bucket list?
Do you still love without hesitation or consideration,
give without expectation,
smile without obligation?
Are you still that dreamer, lost in a paradise without any
prejudice or pride?
Are you still that girl with the
golden hair and the shining eyes,
bound to do something good, stuck waiting with the rest in line?
Dear Future,
Do you still wave at passing cars?
Do you still make wishes on shooting stars?