When I was younger I made so many plans. I thought that they were within reach but life got the best of them before I could notice. My prime slipped out from under me. Halcyon days. I missed the mark on making the most of me. The future recedes; optimism gives way to bitterness and apathy. Caught between a childhood dream and responsibility, balancing reality with what my mother said to me: “you could do anything, you just can’t do everything.” Now I’m at the crossroads of youthful energy and expectations set on me and all that I’ve learned with any certainty is that all plans are subject to change. Caught between a dying dream and these new priorities, balancing reality with what my father said to me: “you could be someone great, you just need authority.” Some might say I’m not me. I’m afraid I might agree.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
