An ode to a dream that change its shape and size by the day and time.
I dreamt of a snowball rolling down my cheeks turning me into a snowgirl,
when I was 5 years old,
I dreamt of chocolate house, ice cream shower and a lollipop car and a never-ending treat,
I was 10 years old.
I dreamt of a beautiful girl with all perfect curves and all praises turning my way,
I was 16 years old then,
I dreamt of taking charge of my life and shocking the world with my endless desires and determinations,
I was 25 years old then,
By the time I crossed the age of 25,
my dreams were turned into ashes, as the heat waves of human touch sour into my dreams.
By the time I was 30 years old,
I dreamt no dreams but reality.
I turned moments into dreams and lived the dream.
Not because dreams lie but the time does.