What do you think of yourself? Is this who you want to be? Are you where you’ve always imagined yourself? Have you created a life for yourself where you can live out your dreams? Well, I have
And ever since I was old enough to know what passion was Every time someone asked me “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I responded back with, “Well, isn’t it obvious? I want to be everything.” And I hope my future can’t sleep at night because I’m dreaming of it And I hope my hands never stop cramping because I’m writing my wrongs and I’m editing my rights And I’m writing for everyone who hasn’t found someone And I’m writing for everyone who has ever been told that their dreams are too big or not realistic enough And I’m telling my subconscious to speak the fuck up because I can’t hear it over the ringing in my ears And I can’t hear it over the ringing of my fears I walked past a field of dandelions and said, “Look at all those wishes.” I looked up at the stars and said
“Look at all those dreams”
Peter Pan has nothing on me I know what it’s like to be a lost kid who hasn’t found Neverland and yet I found my Wendy in the beat And my little Lost Boys got a little too lost So I’m wishing on every 11:11 I’m looking up at every star and making a wish on anything that shoots I wish-I wish with all my heart to never let that little kid’s dreams die I’m blowing the petals off of dandelions in hopes That the day is windy enough to carry my wishes To the grave with me, so
Have you created a life for yourself where you can live out your dreams? Well, I have