Molded by nurture and the streets of a town
Our futures prescribed by the point we are bound
Destined for dreams on a passage well known
Every fork in the road finds arrows back home
Can a farmer resign his inherent dues?
Can the spawn of White Collar chime rhythm and blues?
Wall street brand artists, doctors rear hippy?
The kid from the country make a mark in the city?
Do parental plans lay set to be tested?
Decline pre-programmed lives and dollars invested?
Is love not enough to guide us to dreams?
Creatives suppressed by family schemes?
Are childhood visions just fiction for youth?
The allotment in life their singular truth?
What life did you believe you would lead? I was once a Pediatric Occupational Therapist, then a Special Needs Aupair, now I am a writer. For the first time in my life, I am living a self realized dream. Thank you for supporting it.