My mother told me
(when I was a child)
That I could be
Anything
That I wished to be
Anything
That I could imagine...

For fear of change,
I tried to kill my imagination.
But it was stronger
Than I had imagined it to be…

In desperation,
I killed every other “me”
That could ever be
So that I may continue to be

ME

And continue
To Dream

…

I have traded the world for Dreams…