you believed you could be anything you want to be,
go wherever you want to go.
There are no limits.
You expected the unexpected,
you believed in magic.
Then you grow older and
that innocence is shattered.
The reality of life gets in the way
and you're hit by the realisation
that you can't be all you wanted to be,
That you just might have to settle for a little bit less.
Why do we stop believing in ourselves?
Why do we let facts and figures and anything
but dreams rule our lives?