Fulfillment

Fulfillment What is this thing called life, working and struggling no end in sight what ever became of the dreams that were me? Where am I, who am I, what shall I be? Fulfillment is the dream sleeping in the cocoon awaiting the rebirth of the child who still believes in the man-in-the-moon somehow safe, until the sun arises to awaken the child and sparkle off the dew of hope that keeps the dream alive. Fulfillment shall be mine one day, and the dream, so sweetly nurtured, will burst forth on wings alive with vibrance and light, and the setting sun will no longer bring fear of a life left undone