A Dream... A Stance... A Choice...

                  

Unprepared was I, assuming I had the world at my feet;

Ecstatic was I, visualizing a musical in my head;

A princess was I, in the theatre of life;

My treasure chests overflowing with happiness and joy;

Years rolled by, the riches slowly disappearing,

From a princess to a pauper, with tears in my eyes;

The treasure chests that once were filled to the brim,  

Now so empty that left me with a sense of vacuum.

Reality struck and the curtains were drawn,

A path so barren lay ahead of me,

As if to hint, the journey at the forefront was long and void,

For life has to go on, it is either now or never;

A choice was to be made,

As to take the forsaken path or run back into the mystical dream;

Into the dream that brought a false sense of solace

Or walk the path valiantly until the eye meets pastures green.