One’s list of dreams grow with as they blow every candle on their birthday cake each year, each episode of their favourite television show, by the lashes they decide to make a wish with by positioning on their fists and closing their eyes, by collecting blessings from the elders at home, by doing good…
When I grow up, I wish to be famous.
Now I am grown up and I write about the famous.
When I grow up, I’d be rich.
I am grown up and go to work with the same wish.
When I grow up, I’ll wear high heels.
I am grown up and I decide to wear flats to ensure comfort.
When I am grown up, I’ll do my makeup just the way the actress did.
I am grown up and realize the actress had her entourage to perfect the make up for her each minute.
When I am grown up, I’ll cook that dish – better!
I am grown up and don’t have the slightest inclination to stand and chop vegetables.
When I am grown up, I’ll drive glossy black Phantom
I am grown up but the phantom is still quite a target.
When I am grown up enough I will realize I should have wished for realistic things, I should have known myself better.
I am now grown up and know… sky is the limit and it’s never to late.