What Happened to the Dream

Being a kid
Was filled with innocence
There were no limits
As to what we thought
Any of us could do
Some of us wanted to be
Astronauts
Others wanted to be
Firemen
Or police officers
Many of us wanted to join
The military
I, for one, wanted to be a
Perfume smeller
Some of us still didn't know
What we wanted to be
And that was okay
Because we had years
To figure it all out
But once we become adults
We become extremely cynical
Over the years
We put brakes on dreams
We once thought were possible
Because we need to pay our bills
Or it isn't a career
That our family or friends
Approve of
So we settle
For a job that doesn't
Keep us feeling
Alive and enthusiastic
But what good
Does that do
Other than make us
Miserable
Because we settle
For that which doesn't energize us
We forget what it feels
Like to sit back and dream
And figure what we have to do
In order to bring to fruition
That which we envision
In our own minds' eye
How many of us are really happy
It is hard to say
Some of us might end up being
Happy with that profession
We do end up choosing
But as for me
An artist
I love to create
Envision
Dabble
Participate in many things at once
Because it makes me feel
Happy
But yet I am one of those
Who have artistic aspirations
Who settle for
Something that doesn't
Bring contentment to me
All in order
To just pay the bills
What can creative minds do
To get outside of themselves
And find out what is needed
To pursue their childhood dreams
With faith like a child
Where the idea or thought
Of failure or under performing
Is something that none of us
Know or comprehend
Because there is no need
Because we realize
That happiness only comes
When we dare to dream
And act on those dreams
Regardless of the outcomes
Whether we reach our
Stated goals or not
Doesn't matter
It is all about the journey
Of doing something
We love