i'm a
dreamer.
reality tells me,
dreams don't
come true.
but for some
strange, strange
reason,
my heart can't let go
of the hope
that they
do.

i'm a
wisher.
everyday tells me,
my star-wishes won't
ever come
true.
but for some
unfathomable reason,
my heart can't let go
of the feeling that
yes, they
do.

i'm naive.
holding onto
innocence,
for i've realized:
as we gain more
sense,
we lose the imaginings
we used to know
the ones that made
this world blossom,
grow.
i'm
grabbing onto
yester-years,
wasting a star-wish
on wishing the future-
and concurrent loss of innocence-
won't be near.