There is a sort of wisdom that comes when you grow up
dreams become a thing of childhood and long summer nights
Reality so different from what was once planned…..
how am I suppose to cope?
I thought that I would be a princess in a tower so high
I thought that I would fight with sword drawn; dragon at my side
I thought I would sail the seven seas. A Pirate Queen
I thought…..I dreamed……I hoped……
Instead, I sit at the kitchen table, check book in hand
trying so hard to make the numbers jive.
Juggling the figures so that we are able to eat
bet you never thought that it would come to this.
Reality is a bitch that breaths down your neck
reality is the hardship that each and everyone of us face
wait, was that a pink rabbit I just saw?