When I was young,
my life was full of dreams.
I wanted to be a firefighter
fighting ferocious fires:
but the only fires I had ever fought
were mistakes in my life.
I dreamt I was an inventor
of new machines and devices:
all I invented were tricky ways
to get myself out of trouble.
I imagined being a warrior,
conquering distant lands:
I ended up fighting to conquer,
my greed and laziness.
I thought I'd become a hero,
to save the world from suffering:
the only heroic acts I did
were in saving my own skin.
My life is now bereft of dreams,
they have all materialised:
in ways I had never imagined,
my dreams are filled by life.
"Life of dreams, Dreams of life"
by Harold B Huang
Tue 12Apr22 0056 hrs GMT+8
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Day 11 : "dreams"
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