When
I was naïve,
No
bigger than my spaceship,
I
was going to be everything.
I
was going to be a fireman,
An
astronaut, a princess, a pirate,
I
was going to be everything.
When
I was interested,
No
bigger than my school bag,
I
thought about being everything.
I
was going to save people in a fire,
Visit
a planet, live in a castle, sail the seven seas,
I
thought about being everything.
When
I was cool,
Just
as big as my ego,
I
didn’t want to be anything.
I
was going to pass my exams,
Travel
the world, sleep all day, discover myself,
I
didn’t want to be anything.
When
I was sensible,
Smaller
than the world,
I
wanted to have everything.
I
wanted to have a mansion,
Drive
a Ferrari, Have a perfect family, Get a good job,
I
wanted to have everything.
When
I was realistic,
A
small, conscious being,
I
knew I aspired to have and be
More
than I needed or could possibly reach.
Despite
my varying- some strange- premonitions,
What
maintains my curiosity is always ambitions.
