Optimistic Pessimism

Dreams

First it was the dream to sing,
The opportunity to spread her wings,
When a little bird decided to tweet,
Little did she know it would cause her to meet,
A man she had wished forever to greet.

But, however great and true,
She knew she was running a race she would lose,
Shyness and stress piled up to her head,
And thus her first dream was dead.

Second it was the dream of theatre,
Of flashing lights, and a life much sweeter,
These things she had once admired,
All at once they lit a fire,
And an opportunity she felt was dire.

But, however great and true,
She knew she was running a race she would lose,
Exams and stress piled up to her head,
And yet, her second dream was not dead.

The Easter Weekend fell like a thud,
And her complexion was a rosebud,
As she sat there with sweating palms,
She realized she was in no harm,
And could chase her dreams,
Quiet and calm.

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Quick A/N: Written in inspiration of one of my closest friends due to her dreams of working with an amazing man coming true.