Childhood Dreaming

When I was a little girl

I dreamt of visiting pyramids and finding hidden treasures in the sands of Ancient Egypt

Of sitting by the pharaohs and listening to their stories

Of grandiose conquests

And fantastic battles with mighty beasts and other gladiators

All the colorful paintings exploding behind my closed, rapidly moving eyes

As my imagination raged on, yet uncaged by the rules of today’s society

And then, as I grew older

People laid down rules in front of me

As if concrete steps I had to climb

In order to understand that imagination is just that, an imagination;

That nothing will ever come of it

And to take my head out of the clouds

And to come back down to Earth

And to stop dreaming of the far away, distant lands that no longer exist.

But to that little girl,

My sweet, precious little girl

That still lies beneath the rubble of other peoples expectations

I just want to say this: Your dreams are not yet shattered.

They are hidden away

Just like those treasures buried in the hot, burning Ancient Egyptian sands.

And keep dreaming on, little stranger

Keep dreaming on

For nothing is ever set in stone.