Dream Catchers and Lost Youth (what wicca does for me)
In one single moment she dreamt up a dream, a beautiful dream a dream that was her own, her own personal goal not the first, nor last beautiful in its own unique existance in its own strand of conciousness
delicate in beauty, strong in will dreams are born, goals. achieved all equal in importance different in size
given a lifetime of choices riddled with obstacles to set her dreams free, make them true she lives each day in herself as herself.
a now maturing mind focusing on present dreams alive, dreams paused she lives each day on the line of self and conformity
all grown up, an exterior beautiful still interior replaced with responsibility she lives each day by herself outside herself
dreams somewhere deep, too deep to feel slowly replaced with, lifes priorities dreams forgotten in turn to get by in reality
that which kept her alive as a child now gone, for lack of time she lives each day against herself as someone else
almost all dreams forgotten but one, one dream in one single everlasting moment it came true. she got to dance with the stars beside herself inside herself forever
