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Dreams
I don’t remember my dreams At 1,2,or 3 but every other age is clear When I was 4 I wanted to be daddy, a hero that saves the day. At 5 daddy took me to the zoo: I wanted to be a lion, roaring and lounging all day. At 6 I wanted to be a lumberjack, With a beard as big as daddy’s. At 7 I wanted to be an astronaut, to touch the stars That dad said I could reach. At 8 I wanted to be a football player, Because dad loved the game At 9 I wanted to be a sailor, Because dad loved the ocean At 10 I wanted to be a prince, The son of my dad, the king. And at 11 I wanted to be king, To leave my dad behind At 12 I wanted to be a DJ, So that I could have fun all night At 13 I wanted to be a soldier Just like my dad. At 14 I wanted to be a doctor Because my dad got shot At 15 I wanted to be a time traveller Because dad died At 16 I wanted to die, Because I didn't want to be alone. At 17 I wanted to be happy, The way dad wanted me to be. Now I'm 18 and a soldier, Wanting to be half the man my dad was.
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