Each of us has a different story

Some of them remains unknown

Others the details can be gory

I wonder what mine is about

I continue to wander aimlessly

Teenage years I have yet to figure it out

I came across a little boy

sitting quietly on a swing

At that age did I have reachable dreams?

My next encounter left me speechless

A met a little girl, she asked me about my dreams

I laughed not wanting to tell her I haven't reach it

A/N: This was written whimsically too (today must be a good day!)