For the Little Me That Once Lived

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅.

I could have sworn the sky was bluer than before,

As the sun brightly seeps across the trees it finds.

At night, the stars were easier to reach than it seems,

For I dreamt to be an astronaut to roam around space.

I once dreamt of becoming a chef;

To touch people with the exquisite dishes I can make.

I dreamt of becoming a lawyer,

Because I wanted to help the voiceless and serve justice.

I was sure I was certain of what I wanted.

These silly little dreams may change in a span of week,

But I was steadfast; I knew what I wanted.

I wanted to be something.

The path was clear for I knew what I was going for,

Until it wasn’t.

Being young is being naive,

But being older is being wiser.

Isn’t it funny that when we’re young we’re unaware of everything?

But as we grow older, we change perspectives about things.

And in the glimpse of time,

We don’t see how bright the colours were as before.