I believed in grand things –
And when they didn’t come true,
I disposed away the facts that presented themselves to me as reality
And hugged my dreams close.
I was a dreamer. I built my dreams from scratch, brick by brick; I plastered them together painstakingly.
I built my fort. But over the foundation of pink, fluffy clouds. They were dreams after all.
I built my dreams. And today they are no more.
And I wonder what gave me this strength, but no longer does reality feel sore.
I have a capacity. A large appetite to bear risks and hardships, I can endure.
I am a good friend, a believer, a powerful soul.
I breathe, I deserve love, I receive love, and I win over my goals.
I have come into my own. I have come into my own.